Chapter 114
- Adam POV
- The basement smelled of mildew and fear. I stood against the far wall, arms folded, eyes locked on Lily.
- She sat on the floor now, knees drawn up to her chest, wrists raw from the plastic cuffs that had been too tight for too long. Raphael had replaced them with chain manacles. It was less about security now and more about making her feel the weight of them.