Chapter 14 What The Silence Hid
- From Arias's perspective
- She clung to me like I was the only thing tethering her to this world.
- Fists curled into my sweater, fingers knotted so tightly in the fabric I heard the threads strain. Her body trembled, slick with sweat, her fevered skin scalding my arms. But her grip—God, her grip—it was like desperation. Like she was drowning, and I was the last breath she had left.