Chapter 5.

If a shattered soul had a face to it with eyes and a mouth and looked like us, it would be what I was looking at. Iliana walked out differently from when she walked in.  Her dress strap hung on her shoulder and she sniffled and wiped her red nose as she walked back to the line. I gulped and tried not to stare but it was hard, her face was bright red and her eyes watery after the twenty minutes that had passed. I wanted to say 'I'm sorry' but I doubted it'd make a difference or be close to enough for what she endured. My stomach turned and I had been on the verge of throwing up since the door closed with Iliana the king alone in that room. The other girls were staring down at their feet, nobody had even a glimpse of joy on their faces anymore. "Hazel, is it not?" Darian asked as he walked out from the room. Whilst he'd walking over my eyes immediately go to the black leather belt wrapped tightly around his large hand, covering knuckles and folding as he closed his fingers. He rolled dow