Chapter 37 Servants Fate

• The days pass slowly. My plans for freedom seem to move further and further out of sight. The mornings I spend with Cole we spend in silence. Hunter always just feet away, ready to pounce if I make one wrong move. Our conversations are carried out in our mind, which I hate and feel violated by. With each new day, I feel even lonelier. I miss Misty and her bubbly personality. How I wish I could snuggle up with Clara and watch television. Clara and David were my foster parents. I loved them dearly. That is until my grandmother turned up out of the blue and threw me into this crazy life of magic, witches, and angels.
• At least I have the hell hound for company. We’ve become quite accustomed to one another. Yeah, right, as if. I give the beast a wide birth. That thing hates me. Every time I go anywhere near it, its teeth are out, and its growl makes the hairs on my arms stand up.
• The castle’s been packed with people for days now, all measuring and planning for my upcoming death sentence. Sorry, I mean wedding. Well, from my point of view it might as well be a death sentence. I will be locked up in this creepy castle with an evil king. With no sunlight or happiness. Just sadness and death and for what? Eternity? Three slaves have met their end. The king enjoys telling me about the gory details of their death. I am walking close to death's door just by being here.