Chloe’s pov
I didn't move. I pressed myself harder against the wall, pulling my knees toward my chest. "Stay away from me."
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound, and took three slow steps forward. "You think you have a choice here? Fernando wants to know if you can carry his heirs. If I tell him you're barren, he'll give you to his men by nightfall. Is that what you want?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated Fernando with every fiber of my being, but I needed time. I needed to stay alive until Logan found me.
"Fine," I whispered, holding my hands out as far as the short chains would allow.
The old woman leaned her staff against the wall and knelt in front of me. She reached out with two withered, calloused hands, hovering her palms inches above my skin. She closed her milky eyes
