Huang Yimu screamed.
Ding Wu moved.
Song Jia caught him before he reached the door.
"Let go."
His voice was barely recognizable.
"Ding Wu."
"That's my wife."
"I know."
"She's in there."
"I know."
"Then let me go!"
His whisper nearly became a shout.
Sun Xun stepped closer.
Not to restrain him.
To block the corridor behind them from anyone who might hear.
Song Jia tightened her grip on Ding Wu's sleeve.
"If you open that door without knowing what's behind it, you may be the reason she gets hurt."
That stopped him.
Not completely.
But enough.
His chest rose and fell violently.
From inside the room came Yimu's voice again.
"You said that before!"
The older man answered.
"Because it remains true."
"Stay away from me!"
Ding Wu's face twisted.
Song Jia could feel him trembling.
This was no longer the prince who had once defended Huang Yimu because admitting something was wrong in his household would have embarrassed him.
He was terrified.
For her.
