Tavian's limp grew heavier, his weight dragging down both Ellie and Jason as they guided him through the quiet corridor. Jason quickened his pace, trying to match Ellie's long strides. The Beta's arm was locked firmly under Tavian's shoulder, his grip steady and sure.
Ellie's gaze flicked toward Jason. "Did she touch you?" His tone was low, clipped, carrying that dangerous calm that made Jason's skin crawl.
Jason shook his head quickly, his voice trembling. "Just… just a slap," he said, eyes darting away. "You came in before she could use the whip on me. But Tavian wasn't so lucky."
Ellie's jaw flexed, his expression hardening. "I'll make them pay for this," he muttered, the words rough and filled with quiet promise.
