Chapter 90

• Emma's POV
• The moment Master stormed out of the dungeon with Clark, my hands trembled. My breath came in short, sharp bursts as I turned to Andrea. She lay crumpled beside me, her face pale and motionless, her fingers wrapped around the shattered remnants of the green necklace she had yanked from my neck.
• “Andrea,” I whispered, leaning closer. My voice broke as panic set in. “Andrea, wake up. Please… just say something.”