Surrender seemed inevitable. My body was in no shape—mentally or physically—to fight back. Against them, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. Were they even human? Slowly, I nodded, agreeing to go with Mr. Larkspur. A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the blood-soaked room. His eyes scanned me, and with a disapproving click of his tongue, he made his disdain clear.

I must have looked pitiful.

The simple white dress I wore, once clean and ...