LISA
I don’t know what I expected when Rhysand said I should go with him, but I definitely did not expect a tied up and bloody Debra sitting in a chair. I turned to him, stunned.
I must have made some noise because she lifted her head up, although barely, and when our eyes met, I think I saw fear. Or something along that line but there was nothing akin to remorse, guilt or even regret. She just looked scared for herself. And I can’t explain the feeling in my chest. The tightness in my heart that forced tears to my eyes.
I didn’t let them fall though.
“Wha—what’s going?” I stuttered, staggering on my feet.
My hands shook, probably the rest of my body too. The food I don’t remember eating wanted to come out.
“I thought I would give you a little gift.” Rhysand replied, his hand trailing
