Annabel sat on the ground with her back to Larson’s bed, watching the door. Her head was buzzing with questions without answers, with speculations and fears that kept growing with every passing second.
Did William save her because of his feelings or because she still had his box? He had told her multiple times he wouldn’t hurt her, but considering all the lies and secrets surrounding him, lying to her would have been as easy as breathing.
But what about the blood oath? Was he going to force her to take it? Torture her until she swore her allegiance? Lock her up?
She still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. They had fractured the Order in two for what? Power? Vengeance? What about the people who lost their lives today? What about Brian?
She leaned her head on her knees, closing her eyes
