"You've got something already?" Cullen asked, surprised. His heart started to pound faster at the thought of them being one step closer to finding Trev's sister.

One step closer to beating the life out of Dreallor.

Leliana nodded. "Please don't get your hopes up too high. But yes, we've got something. Lord Dreallor is expected back in Ostwick tomorrow, but one of my agents already found out that there are shipments going out from the Dreallor estate to an adress nearby in Ostwick. Of course, this happens all the time, but these in particular are very interesting. They contain women's clothes, food and coin."

Trev looked perplexed. "Why do you think these packages have anything to do with my sister? And... Ostwick? Do you think he would have the nerve to keep Rose in such close vicinity to my family home?"

"I believe so, yes. Why not? It's the last place we would look, and you're not there, only your father now since he returned after your wedding. And he doesn't even know Rose is missing. Besides, these packages do not resemble any other shipment the Dreallor estate handles. Plus, they are delivered to an adress that is under heavy guard. There is no way in or out, from what my people can tell. While that does not necessarily mean that your sister is there, it is most likely going to lead us to her."

"What sort of place? Describe it to me," Trev commanded. Cullen could tell she was on edge now, close to finding her sister but unwilling to get her hopes up for nothing. Her authority shone in situations like this.

"It's a decent size mansion. It's located in the noble quarters, which makes it difficult for my people to scout without drawing attention to themselves," Leliana started. "Not that they can't blend in as nobles, mind you, but the area is heavily guarded, as I'm sure you're well aware. There is no loitering allowed, and the streets are thick with watchful eyes. I have to be honest, I'm quite impressed. The Ostwick guard is one of the most disciplined military factions I've ever encountered. But this is not to our advantage in this case."

"You're capable. Infiltrate the guard. Get us more information on this mansion. Who owns it?" Trev asked, demand still in her voice. She expected answers.

"We don't know, it's all shady business surrounding this. But we will find out soon, I have already sent some capable men to infiltrate both the guard and the mansion. We only need some time, they'll be suspicious if too many strangers comes poking around at the same time."

Cullen felt his mood sour at this. "We don't have time Leliana." He pulled Trev close and put his arms around her from behind." I don't want Trev spending another second in Turner's clutches."

Trev sank back and leaned into his embrace. She looked so tired now.

"It's okay, Cullen, as long as we find Rose..." she began but Cullen just shook his head.

"It's not okay, Trev. You shouldn't have to take one more of his fucking hands on you one more time. We need to find Rose and then he's a dead man."

"Trust me, we are doing everything we can. Now get back, both of you. Be careful. I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything," Leliana said and then she left as quietly as she came.

"She's right, we have to go. We've been gone for far too long," Trev said and kissed Cullen tenderly on the cheek. "I love you. Always."

She was out the door before he had time to answer.

The next morning, Cullen was on his way to the war room when he heard upset voices behind the door in there. He didn't have time to recognize the owners of those voices before the door slammed open and Cassandra came storming out.

"Cassandra? What's going on?" he asked, worried by the murderous look on her face.

"Cullen! You tell me what is going on! Who in the fade did this to the Inquisitor? Was it Turner? I never understood why she married that slime, and if he did this to her, I don't know why he's not dead already. She never takes shit from anyone. What is going on? Tell me, I know you're hiding something from the rest of us!"

Cullen barely heard what she said. He walked slowly into the room, afraid of what he might find. He could see Leliana kneeling in front of someone, her body hiding that person from his view.

"Just get Dorian, okay? He'll fix this, he.. argh..."

Cullen froze as he recognized Trev's voice. She could barely speak, she sounded like she was in pain.

"He has to fix this, quickly, before Cullen sees."

He took a step forward.

"Before I see what?" His voice was shaking.

Leliana's head snapped around and her eyes widened as she saw him.

"Oh, Maker... shit," she said. Cullen still couldn't see Trev behind her. She was huddled on the floor.

"Leliana, get out of the way."

"Cullen..."

He didn't wait for the rest as he walked forward swiftly, practically dragging Leliana out of the way against her protests.

"No! Don't look at me, please..."

His Trev, his love, his reason for being, sat on the floor, trying to cover her face behind her hands. She was still in the clothes she'd worn last night, although barely recognizable now that they were ripped to shreds. She was bleeding from several cuts and covered in brusies. Cullen got down on his knees before her and gently pulled her hands away so that he could see her.

His breath hitched when he saw her face.

Her lip was swollen, bleeding. Dried blood crusted around her nose. One of her eyes were swollen almost completely shut, her eyebrow split, blood still trickling from the wound. She hadn't even looked this mangled after she'd killed a dragon.

Cullen only stared, taking no note of the pleading look in her eyes.

"Please, please Cullen, it's not as..." Trev took a shaky breath, not even able to speak properly. "It's not... as bad... as it looks. Please don't do anything rash," she begged of him.

Cullen only managed to speak one single word. "Turner?"

He didn't need an answer. He shot to his feet, murder and rage reverberating in every cell in his body. The bloodlust suffocated him, he wouldn't be able to breathe until it was sated. He was going to kill. Kill the one who did this to her.

Nobody would do this to her and get away with it. He couldn't think of the consequences now. There was only room for one thing, and that was his need to beat Turner Dreallor's face in until you couldn't tell it had once been a man.

"He's a dead man," he whispered as he took one final look at Trev and then turned around and stormed out. Leliana tried to stop him but he easily pushed her off.

He could hear her shriek to Cassandra to stop him. Like anyone could stop him now.

He marched out into the hallway, breathing heavily, pulse racing.

Cassandra looked confused but tried to obey Leliana, and wrestled Cullen to the ground. He had more trouble getting her off him than he anticipated, she was a warrior after all. But the adrenaline made a quick match of her too. He managed to get in a good blow to her side and shoved her off him while the air was knocked out of her lungs. He got to his feet again and got a few steps down the hall before something crashed into the back of his head and everything went black.