CHAPTER 115: THE PRINCESS OF WINSLOW.

When Bria woke up from her very deep slumber, they’d arrived at the bank of the river, on the mountain side. She clutched her head. “What the fuck happened?” she asked in a very soft voice. “You fainted.” Valak answered, crouching beside the princess. Bria moved back a little; he was too close for comfort. She watched as he bent down to stare at the spot where she was shot. “It has been laced with poison, and if Zane here hadn't helped quickly, you'd be dead by now.” Bria ignored him and looked around. “Demetri? Where's Demetri?” She didn't trust the men who came to her uncle to ask for an alliance. Why they helped her as she escaped was a mystery to her. “He's out scouting the area and also sourcing food. He’ll be back soon. Okay?” Silas answered. But Bria wasn't okay. She'd be alone with these three men, who looked like they could rip her into pieces without a second thought. Whatever must have possessed her betrothed to leave her unconscious in their care? “Is