Anabel laid down on the bed, she didn’t want to do this ritual tonight, she was afraid she wouldn’t remember herself, and she would lose who she was. She was afraid they would make her kill Carlos and eat his soul. Closing her eyes, she felt in her heart Heaven wasn’t trying hard enough, she knew they sent Carlos, but he was probably under Dremis’ control, and she would have no chance to save him.
A little while later, Drake came into the room. “They want you downstairs.” He said walking over to the bed, Anabel sat up.
“Yeah, I know.” She said getting to her feet, she didn’t want to be forced, but she didn’t want to go willingly.
“I’m sorry you have to go through this, but you’ll feel much better after he is done.” He said putting his hand
