Hera's POV

I'm still cowering and folding up in my chair in fear while screaming inaudible words as they all take their stance before me and watch. A guard brings a bundle of towels for them and they take one each to clean the stains of blood on their hands.

When I notice that they're not doing anything to me, I try to stop shaking and manage to look at them but it seems like a lot of work due to the fear that rising inside me.

I don't want to die and I don't want to lose Mark either. This seems harder than I thought it would be because...