Chapter 41
The stairs ended and more concrete flashed beneath her, as well as several pairs of feet. She was carried into a well-lit room and unceremoniously thrown to the floor. Tears of pain filled her eyes, but she forced them away and struggled to lift her head.
The room was a large one, like an open basement complete with cement floor. A glowing chandelier hung above her and in front of her sat a large wicker chair. Draped lazily in it was a young man who might have been sixteen. He had blonde hair, cold green eyes and a face made for boredom, snobbery, and cruelty. He was flanked by two large men. A host of others were visible outside the ring of light, all moving closer and gazing curiously at the new prisoner.
"Who is she?" the boy in the chair drawled. His voice was bored and peevish.
Troy answered from behind Katelina's prone body, "It's Patrick's human, the one Jorick's claimed now." He snickered and prodded her in the side with the toe of his boot.