Chapter 3Eli shivered. The dark was as thick as it had been the entire time he’d been there, but it was getting colder. Occasionally, he’d picked up on emotions and heard a low mumble outside the walls, but no one had come inside, and no one had told him what was going on.
He didn’t like not knowing, but judging by the anger and frustration swirling around in the air, he guessed something hadn’t gone according to plan. He’d rather sit here and freeze to death than be with Varg.
The ridges of the scars on his arm as he ran his fingers over them was only a small portion of all the scars on his body.
His face was about the only body part free of them—his hands, too. The scars could be hidden if he always wore trousers and long-sleeved sweaters. Since Eli met no one, he didn’t care if the s
