"What the heck!" Lucia mumbled in shock. The huge training room that could contain almost two hundred people was filled with nothing but the silent whimpers of the ten bodyguards. These were men who scared her for so many hours, making her experience death over and over again.
She was still careful around them- even when her wounds were dressed and bandaged by one of the bodyguards. Now, they were all sprawled in strange angles that showed some had broken limbs, swollen faces, and so on.
When she spotted Hector seated against the wall, she was already standing beside him before she could process what she did.
She knew she wasn't supposed to be there. She needed to go back to her room, but her legs wouldn't listen to her.
"What can I do to help?" She asked in a voice just above a whisper, hoping Hector wouldn't throw her out of the place.
"Twist my leg." Hector requested.
