Chapter 129

Isabel My body ached, just as it had been aching for days now. The ropes around my wrists had long since rubbed my skin raw, the sting of every slight movement a cruel reminder of how long I had been here. Bianca was still talking. Her lips were moving but I couldn't make out the words she spoke. Henry was at a corner of the shed, silently sharpening a stake. No doubt it was the stake he intended to murder me with. I turned my head to the side, my gaze landing on Estelle's sleeping form. She was sleeping so soundly, totally unaware of the danger around her.