The oppressive silence in the dungeon was broken only by Bella’s muffled attempts to speak. She cursed herself in her mind, straining against the gag that sealed her mouth and the burning chains binding her. I have to think of something. I can’t let this happen.
Minutes ticked by, dragging like hours. Candice sat stiffly on a stool, her arms crossed, and her face etched with thinly veiled irritation. Bella could see that Luna was growing increasingly annoyed by the delay. This was supposed to be quick and efficient, but Bella’s condition had thrown a wrench in their plans.
Brad, however, was different. He leaned casually against the wall, watching Bella with an expression that made her stomach turn. His hungry eyes roved over her like she was prey he intended to devour. It wasn’t just
