Night had fallen in the camp. Riley leaned against a tree, her wrists tied loosely behind her. Though the bindings weren’t tight, the position was uncomfortable. Maddox was sure that the pack would attack within the next day, but the waiting was unbearable.
Jaxon laid on his back nearby, his hands tied in front of him. She hadn’t uttered a word to him about their plan for fear of being overheard. He had barely looked at her, staring blankly into the trees for most of the day. She could read the defeat written on his face.
She had seen Evan a couple times throughout the afternoon, drug around with Cheree as she spoke to various rogues. He had been in tears almost every time she saw him, but she was grateful that he was obeying the mad woman’s requests. Riley wasn’t sure she could watch hi
