There was a single spot in the center of Yanael's back where the blood had yet to reach. The rest of her was covered in it. Not a spot on her body was untouched. Her hair was a blood-stained, tousled mess, just out of place enough for Zach to see the gruesome wounds where her ears were supposed to be.
Even from behind, he could see how swollen, bruised, and beaten her face was. He saw the torn sleeves of her dress. He glanced down. He saw her arms, their ends mangled and crushed like someone had used a tree to chop them off.
Still, she stood on both feet right in front of him.
Zach didn't need to be a genius to understand the situation. He didn't need to know all the details.
All he needed to know was that Yanael was in this state because of two people. Him. And the long-haired creature standing in front of her.
Zach had never seen the Great Ugor. But he knew. That was him.
