Chapter 207

Blanca was tired, her arms hurtingg and weak. She was bred to take a moment to rest, leaning against the wall, fighting a wave of dizziness. His eyes were back on her face, simply gazing at her. She hated his stillness, instinctively knowing that those who had tormented him had not obtained the satisfaction of hearing his screams. It made her feel like one of them. Movement lad to be excruciatingly unbearable for him. The intimacy she felt towards the man was something she couldn't explain and she had to agree it was otherworldly. It was a pull like she was breathing the very essence of the man.