The Battle Line

Elodie's POV

I gasped in horror, my hand flying up to press hard against my chest. The sheer cruelty of what Nyara’s mother had endured felt like a physical blow. I leaned closer across the mattress, grabbing Nyara’s hand and squeezing her fingers in deep sympathy for the terrible nightmare her mother was put through.

"We will get through this," I murmured softly, keeping my gaze locked on hers.