Chapter 11: Deal With The Devil's Wife

Runa's eyes flew open quickly as she realized she was not in her bed. Bathed in darkness, her eyes barely able to see the chains that restrained her. Puzzled for the lack of sight, having been able to see through the night better than anyone she knew. She found her hands were shackled, outstretched strenuously to either side of her body. The chains embedded into stone. Her legs she discovered in the same condition. Spread eagle. She pulled with all her strength, rattling the manacles. With all her efforts, she was unsuccessful. Lungs burning with the stale death filled air she was heavily breathing, she hung her head letting her hair cascade down from its half fallen style in front of her to hide her face as tears threatened to spill over the lids of her eyes.

So this is how it ends. She thought to herself. Just when she was getting comfortable enough around Ciaran to loosen the reins on her guard, wanting to believe what he claimed was true. Wanting to b