Claire gasped as she saw the grotesque sight before her. At first, she had thought his hand was resting on the table, but now she could see clearly. Jamie’s right hand was nailed to the table by a ha’penny nail, and Claire resisted the urge to vomit. It was swollen, discoloured with patches of red and purple. The fingers hung at odd angles, and a shard of bone protruded through torn flesh. Blood steadily flowed from his hand, and she knew that he was in immense pain.