Minutes later loud grunts echoed up the branches and Leishmann turned to face his son and Claire. Both were frozen and staring out the window at the dark sky. Claire stood with tears streaming down her face and sobs racking through her body. Cal stood rigidly, fighting to gain control over his labored breathing.
“Your men grabbed him. He will be sent to the dungeons. I hope this teaches you to keep better track of your prisoners.” Leishmann jerked his head towards Claire and Cal nodded coolly.
“Well, I will leave you two alone and send orders that you will begin with her brother on the morrow?” Leishmann almost gloated.
“I’ll start with rope!” Cal responded and his father’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
“I’ll assure it is all set up. Do you want her to watch?” He asked with
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