Caroline's POV
Who would have ever thought that useless piece of s**t—that ungrateful slave, Anna—would turn around and bite the very hand that fed her?
My heart aches as I think about Chris. I have no idea how he’s doing in that dungeon. They won’t let me see him. They won’t even let me get past the doors, no matter how much I plead.
I wipe my tears the moment I hear footsteps approaching. When I glance up and see Elder Charles, I jump to my feet.
“Sit,” he says firmly.
I nod respectfully and sit back down, folding my hands in my lap like a proper subordinate. But the second I open my mouth, the dam bursts.
“They won’t let me see him,” I cry. “I don’t even know if they’re feeding him or if he’s still alive.”
“He’s barely hanging on,” Elder Charles says coldly. “They’ve beaten him
