Chapter 375

Just then, footsteps echoed outside.

Nara’s heart lurched.

Those steps were nothing like Besta’s. Besta walked lightly, almost swaying. These were heavy, and there was more than one set.

Her fingers clenched the bedding beneath her.

What now?

She was weak, drugged, and helpless. If a group of men walked in, what could she possibly do?

Instinctively, her hand closed around something cold beneath he