Coza started whipping his bloody back again.

He gave no reaction, but he could feel his own skin at his back ripping open with each stroke of the whip at the bleeding wound.

Then, he felt a weight on top of him. Declan had fallen on him, shielding his body with his. Declan is twenty two, when he was twenty-nine.

Declan, who's always been 'the pretty boy' as the guards like to call him. They like to pick on him, but Lucien always shielded and protected ...