Chapter 40

• Katherine’s POV
• I woke to chanting. Ropes cut into my wrists, and someone was carrying me somewhere I didn’t want to go.
• The sensation became clear when my vision sharpened. I was strapped to something—plywood—hoisted above the heads of a crowd. My wrists and ankles were tied down tight, raw from my struggles. Every jolt of movement sent pain ricocheting through my limbs. I tried to scream, but the rough fabric gag tied around my mouth only muffled my voice.