Chapter 127 Will He Still Want You?
- Sofia's POV
- The room was cold. Not from the temperature, but from the sheer emptiness of it. No windows. Just four walls, a locked door, and the low hum of a dim, flickering light above me.
- I sat on the thin mattress, my hands trembling in my lap. My wrists ached from the tight ropes that had bound me for hours. Thomas had finally loosened them—just enough to remind me that I wasn’t free.