ELIAS POV
I’d tortured people before.
I'm not proud of it but I did what I had to.
Wars are brutal and the subtle line between good and evil is always blurry.
I’d watched rogues tear warriors apart and I’d done worse to them in return.
I’d watched grown men beg for death while bleeding out in mud and snow and concrete.
None of it—
None of it came even remotely close to watching Lena try not to break apart in front of me while answering Pablo’s questions.
Because she was trying so f*****g hard.
That was the worst part.
She sat there near the infirmary window with that paper cup still trapped between her fingers like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality, her spine straight despite the tremor I could see running through her shoulders every couple of minutes.
Trying to st
