He glanced at Luka, who was watching her, pity and remorse in his eyes. “You regret our decision,” Theon said tightly, dabbing the cloth along her forehead again. “Don’t you?” Luka challenged sharply. “We have to do this to her again three more times.” “We knew that my Source would have to endure this,” Theon answered after a moment. “We knew what to expect.” “But she didn’t.”
