[HOLLY’s Point of View]
The wood creaked as I tightened the rope on the headboard of our bed. I was worried this might leave scratches on my husband’s wrists tomorrow but Evander made it clear that I had to tighten it or he had to leave the room to make sure he wouldn’t hurt me if ever the spell might overtake his consciousness again.
I gritted my teeth as I pulled the rope tighter and heard Evander’s hiss. I hated it as much as he did but we both knew it was only temporary. The Blackwood and Snakewood patrol soldiers had finally tracked down Randalf’s men towards their camp and we were all just waiting for the soldiers to return so we could plan the attack and the Ambroses’ entrapment.
“Do you think this will work?” I asked him as I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bare feet
