Chapter 85 Can't Let Klaus Walk Free

Jon's POV I couldn't believe my ears. Take photos of her? I glanced at the woman on the bed again and barked out a laugh. "Don't tell me you think I'm interested in her." "Of course not!" Soren immediately said, but his stance was unyielding. "You should leave first." I rolled my eyes and marched toward the door, cursing inwardly at the couple. The fact that they were still acting like prudes in such a dire situation was mind-blowing. I had since decided that they were both lunatics. After waiting for what felt like ages in the corridor outside, my phone chimed. Soren had sent me a photo, and I clicked on it right away. Unlike the evident slash wound on Leona's forehead, the injury in the photo was caused by a whip—but it wasn't that simple. Judging from the position, it stretched from her left waist all the way across her back. It was thin and long, with jagged edges that were swollen and red. My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I'd only suspected something when I sa