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.
• I moved my gaze back to Bianca again, realizing she was talking about how tired she was of seeing me alive. Her voice was calm too, like we were trying to pick footwears to match our outfits. She was acting like she wasn’t standing in front of someone she had starved and tortured. Like she wasn't still planning on taking my child from me. I felt empty. Physically, emotionally. There was nothing left in me but the sharp edge of anger. I might have underestimated these psychos. They'd clearly gone over their plan a million times before executing it.