Chapter 96

Lysander's Point of View

"Are you just going to leave them down there?" I couldn't help but ask as we made our way up the stairs. Nerezza didn't look back at me. The bounce in her step I had come to love had vanished, seemingly overnight. But it was just from the trauma she had sustained.

Whatever they had done to her down there, it was evident on her body. Torn clothes. Lethargic gait. Dirt covering every inch of her. No wonder she wasn't in a forgiving mood. I wouldn't be either, seeing as the men who were actually responsible stood just beneath us.

"She doesn't have to talk to them if she doesn't want to." Amadeus reminded me with a clipped voice. I glared at him over my shoulder as we trudged to Nerezza's room. Farren was the only one who had branched off into a different side of the house.

Her complexion had turned ashen when Nerezza fought with her brother. I noticed the stiff spine and gnawing on her lower lip the moment the two clashed in front of her. She wasn't sure whose si