"Please let us go."
Jade shielded Cyantha as much as possible, hoping that her pleas wouldn't be ignored. Her heart thumped against her chest and her mind conjured images of her best friend being tortured, both of which nearly left her gasping for breath.
The group of women and girls didn't react, watching her with calm expressions on their faces. Seeing them stand there without doing anything, only increased the unease she felt.
Before she could plead again, she heard the leaves rustle. This time she didn't have time to worry because the leaves parted almost immediately and another group appeared. Their attire matched the Witchkin perfectly.
But they weren't alone. Jade first heard the muffled noise before the group parted and a few men, bound and gagged, were shoved to the front.
