Katelina watched as a door to the left opened and four gray clad guards bustled through. Between them hung a thin, unhappy woman. Blonde hair fell around her face in disarray and tears leaked from large, gray eyes. Her shirt was torn open and practically hung off of one arm. Bruises blossomed on her face and arms like purple-black flowers.

The guards led her to the end of the table and stood, surrounding her. As Malick's eyes swept over her, the pressure on Katelina's mind ...