Chapter One Hundred and Forty

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY

We don’t put up a fight.

I am still weak from child birth so I can't even protest when they drag my roughly through a marbled mansion into a dimly lit dungeon which reeks of blood and other bodily fluids. My stomach threatens to churn.

Wyatt looks pale and I feel bad for the gentle natured healer.

We spent the whole of last night planning out this infiltration. Once again, Lucas hadn’t been part of the discussion. Sandy had expressed some concern over what to tell Lucas when he noticed I was missing but I had just shaken my head.

“He won’t,” Had been my words, my tone carefully unbothered.