Book 3: Chapter 41

Tessa

“Let me go!” I yelled to my captors, but they’d managed to find enough rope and makeshift cloth to bind my hands, legs, and now mouth.

“Don’t let it speak.” Said their leader. He wasn’t some old fart with white hair…. That guy gave the reigns to someone else… Their leader looked almost as young as I did… meaning he was probably in his early 20’s… My mate, who flew in the distance would likel