Chapter 95: Last Warning

Noah’s

It had been only one day. Just twenty-four hours, and yet the memory still stabbed through me with a brutal, sickening force, as if the event had happened only an hour ago—Ella chained to that filthy, cold wall, her delicate wrists torn open and bleeding, her own blood drying crusty on her skin while she gasped weakly for every breath. The desperate way she had looked up at me when I finally lifted her—relief, exhaustion, and unbearable pain all mixed ...