Chapter 112: The Breaking Point

Ella’s

For one precious moment, everything around me faded away. The sharp, persistent pain in my wounded arm, the unforgiving coldness of the stone beneath my legs, and even the metallic, burning scent of my own blood in the air—all of it simply disappeared. All I could perceive, all that mattered, was Noah. He was frozen in the garden gateway, a picture of absolute horror carved across his face, as if he had just stumbled into his very worst nightmare, one ...