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William closed the door of his room with his foot, looking down at Annabel to make sure that didn’t wake her up. He doubted anything would, considering her physical state, but in that instant, he preferred her to be asleep. Her head fell back on his chest, most of her face covered with blood and dirt. The wound on her forehead kept bleeding, adding yet another layer of red. A bruise had already formed on her left cheek and her lower lip was swollen and broken. William’s arms tightened around her unconscious body as he carried her to his bed. It had taken everything in him not to interfere as Jordan kept venting his frustration on her. Watching her grit her teeth and endure the beating was harder than he imagined, especially since he couldn’t even understand why she wouldn’t fight back.