Chapter 140

• The ground of the church was almost worse than the snow outside. She felt the cold stone burn into her back the second she regained consciousness. Not even her clothes could help her fight off the nasty climate.
• Anna knew one thing, she was right not to trust any of the food they had given her—but still her stomach yearned for more. She wished she had cleared her plate when she had the chance even if it was drugged. She’d sooner die of starvation than whatever else they had in store for her.
• Anna opened her eyes to see a delicately carved ceiling that showed a story of wolves running from a kingdom. She knew instantly that it told the story of the rogues with one simple glance. It would have been beautiful, if she didn’t feel like every inch of her was in agony. Whatever they had given her made her head ache and limbs feel like jelly.