Well, that countryman officer wasn't wrong when he said Rowan was about to get the beating of his life. I've never watched or seen anyone get beaten up so brutally before. More than six officers with strong builds and their batons in hand, kicking and whipping the living light out of him.
At a point, Duke leaves the beating to the officers and comes to hold me, but not before obviously breaking or dislocating both of Rowan's legs. One hit to his knee and the other to his ankle.
Down on his knees in front of me with his hands confused on what part of my body to hold on to, I can just tell by the look in his eyes that Duke wants to turn around once again and join his hands in beating up Rowan.
"Aren't—", I pause as I feel a sting inside my mouth. "Aren't you going to ask me how I'm doing?" I ask him.
Silently, he stares at me and I know he's probably thinking, 'I don't need to ask to know this time. It's obvious.'
