Elara'S POV
Forrest had me bathed for the first time today. After the torment in the courtyard, I was allowed a full hour to soak my bloody, bruised, and broken body in a tub. The water immediately turned a murky reddish brown. It was drained and refilled by my two attendants, then I was scrubbed, my hair washed, all the grime rinsed away.
They dressed me in a thin, black nightgown. For whatever reason, the two women dried and brushed my hair. I felt like I was being prepared for a sacrifice—an offering to some mighty dark witch god.
Was that what they thought? That killing hybrids appeased some higher power? Maybe Forrest simply enjoyed prolonging the moment. I already knew he was going to kill me tonight. How many hours would he force me to live with that knowledge looming, chiseling
