“This waiting is torture,” I say to the group.
We are hiding out in the woods, a few hundred yards from where we last saw Alina. At that time we still had a few hours till nightfall, so we were taking shifts when on watch, just in case the witches went somewhere. No such luck.
Now we had to rely on the word of an elf slave, to get the cure for Jasper. Yes, I drank from her and after tasting the blood of mate, her blood tasted like spoiled milk, very unappealing.
Rob completely trusts the elf, I on the other hand, am not so quick to be so gullible as my mate is. We don’t know this elf slave at all. She could be in cahoots with the b***h witch and could be playing us this whole time.
But what choice do we have? We let her go and if we try going after the witch now, we might not even ma
