Chapter 216

ELARA

Diana Vance was a ghost of herself.

A skeletal version of the plump, curvaceous woman whose eyes bore life and whose laughter was so vibrant, so infectious that you can’t help but laugh too.

I was short of words, my hands splayed out in front of me as I watched her scramble back, her teeth bared in a snarl. The chains used to bind her arms and feet were too big.

Too heavy and I wondered how