Eva's POV
By the time they were done, I had never in my life felt so afraid, vulnerable and exposed. They stripped me down to my undergarments and returned to their previous position. I fought every urge to let my tears flow. I would not give Nadia that satisfaction.
She studied my unclad body and smiled with genuine glee. She registered the map of scars that spread across my skin. "You are used to torture I suppose but I swear to you, princess," she fingered a lock of my hair. "This one will be quite the experience."
"I do not know where she is, you have to believe me, please."
She ignored my statement and my plea. "Do you know how the Duke died?"
"He is not dead," I croaked. "He just..." I never thought I cared enough for a man who was a stranger to me a few days ago. The news of his death hit me hard.
"He was dead before he hit the ground," she relished in her vile act.
"He had a family!"
