Cairn didn’t say anything as he unfastened the chains from their anchor. The most dangerous time for him, right before he moved her to the anchors on the altar. Even with her feet and hands bound, he took no chances. He didn’t today, either, despite not bothering with the gauntlets. Perhaps they’d melted away over that brazier, along with her skin. Cairn yanked her upright as half a dozen guards silently appeared in the doorway. Their faces held no horror at what had been done to her. She’d seen these males before. On a bloodied bit of beach.
