CHAPTER 42
Clutching a sliver dagger, Ophelia matched stealthily up several flights of steps. Taking the two sentries guarding the massive doors that could lead to her freedom off guard, she stabbed them with the silver dagger she held firmly within her grasp. It seems her training was paying off.
The last thing she remembered was her argument with Aaron. “That scoundrel,” and leaving the place. The next thing she knew, she was tied up like a criminal. How dare they do something like that to her. She was furious and had only one mission. That was to escape wherever the hell she was.
As if her captors were aware of the fact that she was awake, they came in and revealed their pathetic selves to her. She was not the least bit surprised by who her assailants were.
It was the asshole that
