Thirty-Five: You Must Be Sacrificed.

ELIANA.

I had voices coming from the basement even before I pushed open the door. It was the next morning so my guess was that Carys was finally awake and while my Nana tendered to Elijah, I climbed down into the basement.

Unlike the upstairs, there were no windows here so it was quite dark, besides the candle light that flickered in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing?!” His voice reverberated the walls as I thrusted myself forward. “Denver!” I called unto him. He threw a look over his shoulders. “You’re awake,” He noted.

“You said we were going to take it easy on her. We’ve already established the fact that Carys was compelled to come down here. We have to get her to trust us.” I whispered beneath my breath, hearing her groans and grunts coming from behind.

“Screw trust” Denver cussed, tearing himself closer to where Carys was.

She stood in the center of the basement but her arms were tied to each wall on the opposite side. Her bruised face fell to the ground on which her f