73. ANGEL

There was nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night with a dark figure looming over you. Fear instantly assaulted me, but it slowly faded. Reaching up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The figure moved slightly. I thought that it was one of my mates at first. They had been working late, trying to prevent the war that was waiting to happen. The figure moved again and suddenly a hand clamped down over my mouth. Panic set in again when the sheets were jerked down the bed. I felt a pinch in my arm, and a familiar feeling started to spread through my body. Dread flooded me next when I realized that my body wasn’t following the commands my brain was sending. It happened before not so long ago when I was kidnapped. How could their mother be kidnapping me when she was locked up? The hand slowly moved away from my mouth. I would’ve frowned if I could. The man carefully picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Dizziness hit when he spun around fast and hurried away.