Chapter One Hundred and Forty

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY

I’m locked in one of the cottages, my face throbbing from where Balin hit me a couple of times. My forehead is stained in my blood from where he smashed it against the tree. And the taste of moonshine is heavy in my mouth.

I know he’s coming back. When he dragged me here, I saw the elves cast disdainful looks my way. There’s no confusion in my mind as to who the real enemy is anymore.

I’ve tried throwing up the moonshine but it’s difficult to do some when my hands and legs are tied.

I hear footsteps as he approaches and I can’t help the cold fear that washes over me. He enters and it’s like looking at a stranger. That’s what bothers me as well. When he hit me with that arrow, I kept making excuses for him. I know that it was brainwashing but since that night at my childhood home and when he captured me now, I can’t see a trace of the man I had once thought I loved.

And it’s just been a matter of weeks.