"Was she there when...?"

"When he cut me with his blade? Or the time he sliced my thighs open to ensure I couldn't stand anymore? No. She only came in long enough to tie me up, inflict a few cuts of her own, hoping to speed up the process, and left me to die. Don't worry; you don't have to kill your mistress, Saint. The cuts weren't very deep." I whispered, barely audible past the tears that tightened in my throat.

"She was a mother, you know? Carleigh watched traffickers ...