Lucian’s POV
The entire place had been vacated of anyone’s presence. Just us.
Every trace of what had happened here a few weeks before on this same ground—how we punished those bastards who had ever laid hands on her or even looked at her—was erased, as if nothing had ever happened.
Those bastards Luis and Paul, and everyone who participated in torturing her—their souls must be crying, wondering why they ever did it.
This prison, the very place where her torment began... we had to bring her here. I wasn’t in favor of it, but I had to give it a chance, hoping it would bring some peace and healing to her by making her face her fear and pain.
Roman continued walking, holding her hand, while she kept her head lowered, unable to protest anymore. Walking behind them, I felt the urge to just pull her back to me and whisk her away from here.
"Don’t even think about it." A voice came from behind me—Rafe.
He seemed to have already seen through my thoughts.
I turned to him, only to find his eyes shift toward Kael, who walked at the very front. His steps were steady, his back straight, his presence unyielding, like an immovable wall.
"The one who’s hurting the most is him," Rafe said. "Don’t fail him. Stay put—for his sake."
I raised a brow at him, but he only moved past, striding forward until he joined Kael.
The bastard. What did he mean by that?
Anyway, I focused back on Eira, who was walking ahead of me. But then I realized something and looked behind. Jason was trailing us, lost somewhere in his own thoughts. His steps felt forced, as if every inch of him resisted being here.
It reminded me of the day when we went to see Eira in the prison. Damn!
Now my own steps felt heavy, my body weighed down, struggling to follow her anymore. Is she going to remember that day as well?
The thought made me want to kill myself, to bury myself somewhere. Yet both of us followed them anyway.
We entered the building—a central hall with empty counters where no employees were present, doors leading to the in-charge offices, and then the passage toward the prison cells.
Eira moved behind Roman, as if hiding herself from the world. Her head wouldn’t lift, the side of her face hidden beneath her hair. I could clearly see her body shaking.
Kael looked at Roman. "Go ahead."
"Eira, we have to head inside," he told her.
She didn’t budge, continuing to hide behind him. He slowly turned to face her, her head still lowered. "There is something we need to do, and I want you to come with me."
She shook her head lightly in protest. He cupped her face in his hands and made her look at him. Her eyes were moist as she shook her head once more.
"I’m coming with you. You are not alone," he told her in a soft tone. "Don’t be scared."
She opened her mouth to say something, but the words failed her. Fear made her unable to form even a single word.

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