Chapter 8 Shauna
The wind howled outside, snapping the untethered doors and sending sand skittering all around Shauna. She looked up, waiting to see if a guard would come in, but she still couldn’t see anyone outside. Shuana hadn’t seen a Dark One in hours, and it left her mind doing somersaults. In Damian’s camp, even if she couldn’t see a guard, she could hear them. But here, the silence served as her captor. She was thankful for the tent over her head that blocked out most of the cold, and to be away from those who leered over her, watching her every move, but it was making her paranoid. Shauna jumped at every sound. She was afraid of every thought that drifted to Philippe, wondering if the band on her wrist would rat her out.
She shivered again as she closed her eyes, trying to turn
