Jamie was right too. Looking at this wanton damage, even she could not avoid a mental picture of the process that had caused it. She tried not to imagine the muscular arms raised, spread-eagled and tied, ropes cutting into wrists, the coppery head pressed hard against the post in agony, but the marks brought such images all too readily to mind. He must’ve screamed with agony. How could he not? And there hadn’t been much to heal him. He must’ve been in so much pain. Claire shuddered and reached out involuntarily, tracing the marks with her fingers as though her touch might help with the healing process.