Alpha Terrell's POV
They brought her in still wearing the smell of the dungeon.
Two guards held her, one on each arm, and Sheena between them looking nothing like the composed, robed priestess I had known for years. Her hair had come undone. Dust had gathered on her ceremonial clothes from the cell floor. She was shaking - the way a person shakes when they have been alone in the dark long enough for their mind to do its worst work.
When they pushed her forward she went down on her knees and didn't stop there - she went all the way to the floor, both hands flat on the stone, forehead nearly touching them.
"Please. Please, I know what this looks like, I know you have every reason to… please don't kill me."
I looked at her on the floor for a moment.
Then I said: "Get up, Sheena."
She pushed herself upright, slowly, and sat back on her heels. Her eyes were red. She looked at me with the expression of someone trying to read my next move.
