Under Rhys's threatful eyes, I was forced to nod and get ready to do the ritual. "Let's go," he commanded, gripping my arm tightly.
"Where are you taking me?" I hissed, struggling against his hold.
He flashed a sinister smile. "I've already set up the room where you'll take your final breath, little nymph."
I shot him a furious glare. "You'll rot in hell for this."
He laughed, a chilling sound. "Ah, don't wish such a blessing upon me. Who knows? I might end up ruling in hell."
As he dragged me down the hallway, I silently cursed him repeatedly, desperate to devise a plan to ruin his intentions. There was no way I was going to let this ritual be successful. I racked my brain for an idea, but nothing came to me. My heart raced, and hope began to fade, yet I quickly shook off the despair.
No! I can't give up like this.
I have to do something. Anything.
