Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlie arranged his rendezvous with Lilly and left me tied and gagged in the basement. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts. I was parched. The sight of that bottle of bourbon on the bar fifteen feet away made me want to cry. The Tapestry of Destiny still showed me nothing but mirages. I never felt so helpless and desperate in all my life.
My mind kept conjuring images, speculating what Charlie was planning to do to Lilly. She didn’t know he was the traitor. Would she be inclined to trust him? Would she lead him to Bree and the Gem of Amara, hoping to use the other stolen relic as trading material? Or would she catch onto him? And what would Charlie do if she did? Would he use that tranquilizer gun on her? Or something more sinister, more permanent?
I didn’t wa
