Xaden

The female squirmed in my arms; her kicks felt like slaps against my shins. She would never survive the tortures here and my heart thumped painfully in my chest at the thought. I had to protect her however I could. I'd expect no less if my sister was in this dovrikxing jail and someone was in my place.

Roulex guards raced down the hall with their weapons drawn. I pressed the human closer to my chest in an effort to shield her from them. These lower-level ...