ANWEN'S POV
The monsters left me alone for the next few days after Gadreel’s visit.
A part of me was relieved. But another part expected someone to come—Fenric, maybe, always hovering. Or Brammon, ready to bark orders.
Not Rhydan, though. That one seemed repulsed by me. As if even looking at me burned him.
I found myself listening for footsteps outside, watching the door, waiting for the handle to turn—for it to slam open.
But none of them came.
Just Wells, bringing me food and my draught.
The longer the wait stretched, the more it unsettled me.
I wanted to know what had happened between them and Gadreel. Had they driven him off for good? Would he come back for me?
If the triarch kings were the lesser evil… then I’d rather stay with them than be dragged off by Gadreel. The thought
