Chapter 166

• CHAPTER 166
• Katherine sat on the cold floor, her scowl deepening as she adjusted the folds of the now useless wedding dress, wincing when the cuffs bit into her raw wrists. She let out a low, frustrated hiss and gripped the pocket knife tighter.
• The blade scraped against the wood, carving slow, ragged lines into the doorframe. She’d been at it for hours, pausing only when her muscles gave out, but she knew she couldn't stop.