"None of your wounds were tended to, huh?" Darius said lightly as he put his hands behind his back.

Ursula opened her eyes with difficulty to see him looking at her with a mixture of mockery and pity; she'd never been this humiliated in her life. She croaked, "You're the ones who made me end up like this. If I make it out of this, I won't let any of you off the hook—you, Winston, Iago … and you, Bennett Evans! You gave up on me!"

Her wounds seemed to bleed more profusely with every word she ut