Silent tears pooled in her mask. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t leaving this place. This box. She would never again feel the buttery warmth of the sun on her hair, or a sea-kissed breeze on her cheeks. She couldn’t stop crying, ceaseless and relentless. As if some dam had cracked open inside her the moment she’d seen the blood dribble down Maeve’s face. She didn’t care if Cairn saw the tears, smelled them. Let him break her until she was bloody smithereens on the floor. Let him do it over and over again. She wouldn’t fight. Couldn’t bear to fight.
