Chapter 88
- Emma's POV
- The chains around my wrists burned like they were made of fire, pulling me back with every tug. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was seeing Andrea on the floor, blood soaking through her shirt, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.
- I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was stare at her, heart in my throat. This is my fault. All of it. This is because of me.