Chapter 83 A Loyal Dog

• When Quinn woke up, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar forest floor with her hands and feet tied. Unfamiliar men surrounded her, all sitting around a blazing fire that granted them warmth after what seemed to be a heavy rain.
• Quinn’s eyes assessed them all, finalizing with a count of seven men, excluding her father, who was knelt before one of them. His face was bloodied and bruised as though he’d just got beaten, and his hands were beneath his chin. “Please…” he begged.
• “You’ll have to beg a little harder than that old man.” The man he knelt before smirked; a conniving smirk that matched the profane look on his face. Quinn didn’t have an enhanced sense of smell, but even without it, she knew this man was powerful. His eyes were nothing but a pool of darkness beneath the rising sun; the evil, the bloodlust…it was all so prominent in his eyes. “It sounds like you aren’t desperate, don’t you want your life?”