“Cut me open bit by bit, then took the bones here and—” “I can see very well what happened, and know exactly how it’s done,” she said, stomach tightening. Not at the injury, but—Sam. Sam had been strapped to a table, cut open and broken by one of the most sadistic killers she’d ever known. “Was it you,” Rowan said quietly, but not gently, “or someone else?” “I was too late. He didn’t survive.”
