She saw people as well, a group of seven who huddled together in the middle of the room. Adren stood over them with a plate of some chicken dish, his fingers drenched in sauce. He was scooping up chunks of marinated meat with his bare hands and shoving it into his mouth. “More!” he ordered.
Her mind took in all of that in half a second and then settled on the real threat.
A woman in brown pants and a sweatshirt stood on a table with her feet apart, a hood pulled up to hide her face. Crap! Anna moaned inwardly. It would have to be the worst of them.
Crap!It would have to be the worst of them.Isara reached up to pull the hood back, exposing a face identical to that of a woman that Anna had looked up to. Her hair was longer, but those were Jena"s features. “Hello, Anna,” she said in a soft
