Chapter 58

• VINCE
• My expression contorted into a rictus of pure, unadulterated rage as I whirled with blinding speed toward the source of that hateful, mocking voice that had slashed through the air like a razor. But the molten fury drained from me in an instant, leaving me hollowed out and numb as a fresh wave of horror washed over me when my gaze finally landed on her.
• She looked utterly broken and battered. Her body bore myriads of fresh wounds and mottled, angry bruises that served as a sickening story of the depravity of the torment she had been subjected to.