Chapter 92: In His Arms

Ella’s

The entire room was spinning violently, my throat felt raw and scraped, and my wrists burned savagely from the tight chains. But the instant Noah’s frantic eyes found mine—they were worried, searching, and filled with a desperate relief, as if he had just miraculously found air after drowning—everything inside me finally loosened. The rigid terror I had been holding onto simply melted away.

I managed to pull up a weak, painfully crooked smile for him. ...