Braelyn's POV
Sylvia could not meet my eyes. Guilt was eating her alive
She kept her head lowered, her shoulders trembling as if the weight of my presence alone was enough to crush her. I stopped right in front of her, saying nothing at first, just watching and taking in the scene.
She was tied securely to the chair, her wrists were bound and her ankles were restrained. There were no visible bruises on her skin or jarring injuries just fear etched across her face. It was obvious she had just been brought in and no one had touched her yet. Lucien hadn't had the professionals talk to her yet
The room itself didn't feel like a basement. It was clean, the walls were reinforced with bright lighting that, left no corner in shadow. It felt more like an underground bunker had been built.
Before I could say anything, Sylvia broke. A loud sob tore out of her as she shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her face.
