"He wants us to be starved, exhausted, and insane so that when he finally shows up on the final day, we would be more than grateful to die at his hands because dying would feel like a relief from this hell hole."
She shook her head slowly and said, "What a genius plan. What an evil genius plan. Checkmate."
Erin wondered if Darren White played chess and if he probably learned the skill from his ancestor, the devious Nikjin Whitehound. Damn!
"I can't do this anymore," she moaned tiredly and leaned on the tree.
"I just want to go back home. Ok, I've found what I'm looking for – Danshak a.k.a Devon is my fated mate, he wasn't lying about that. The painting in his gallery is his memory of meeting me a.k.a Edvana, here. What else did I miss?"
Did Nikjin eventually win this war a
