ELISE
I am dragged down the hallway and I have heard enough of spy stories to know that they do not bother to cover my eyes because they do not think I will be coming out alive. My heart is beating hard in my chest and my tongue tastes like ash and I curse the good idea that I thought was coming after some rebels. If I am very unlucky, I just stumbled upon a den of blood-thirsty killers masquerading as rebels to the queen. I have heard the most horrific tales of foolish people stumbling upon human predators and being killed, eaten, their bodies never found and a burial never given to them. Why did I not think this through enough? What if I die here and my loved ones, my parents, sibling and Ian never ever find out what happened to me? That would be so convenient for the queen and her henc
