Chapter Eight
Pain racked Jazin’s body where he hung from the wall. He leaned forward, resting his head against the hard stone, trying to relieve the pressure on his shoulders. Exhaustion beat at him, but he refused to give in to it. He let his mind turn instead to Star.
Over the past week or more since he had been captured, the picture of her face staring up at him was the only thing that kept him from going insane. Tai Tek had personally been seeing to his torture. The numerous cuts, bruises, and burns attested to the former councilman’s desire to take his frustration out on Jazin. His methods of trying to extract information from him were becoming more brutal.
His latest ploy was to see how long Jazin could stand upright without dislocating both of his shoulders. His arms were chaine
