Chapter 197 – Desperate Times

• Helen’s POV
• My Huntsman led me from the room and down the hall. Stopping at a cutout in the ceiling, he pulled this down, and a ladder extended, leading to the attic. Dutifully, I followed him up and found Julianne weeping softly on a bed in the corner of the attic.
• The Huntsman had been telling the truth. There were no windows, nothing but the raw boards on the floor and the walls and the slanted ceilings. These were all clean, and a rug filled the center of the space. A bed had been pushed against the far straight wall. Next to it sat a little table where a tray of food and water lay untouched.