ROGUE LANDS
"The rogue wants to kill me." The frail woman said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "You have to run away. He'd imprison you too."
Maria felt a sense of dread overwhelm her. Trevor was the king here, could she be speaking about him?
"Which rogue wants to kill you?"
The woman hesitated, her tone was even lower than before. "Trevor."
Maria felt the pressure in her blood rise and she swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool. "You mean Trevor locked you down here."
The woman nodded weakly. "You have to escape"
Maria's lips quivered as the reply refused to escape her mouth. Was this woman talking about the same Trevor that sat at her bed to feed her medicine, the same man who saved her life and who even gave her a tool to protect herself.
"You're lying," Maria retorted after much thought. "Trevor is my mate. He wouldn't lock anyone without reason."
