Chapter 68

• Elara’s POV
• The world around me felt like it was slipping away, like I was trapped in a haze. I could barely keep my eyes open, and the faint pull of unconsciousness threatened to consume me entirely. The woman kept me upright as we moved from one car to another. I felt like a ragdoll, my body swaying with each uneven step, my legs too weak to hold me up.
• "You're such a good girl, Elara," the woman’s voice purred, smooth and sweet like poison. She spoke as if I could hear her, as if her words were meant to comfort me. But there was no comfort in them—only an overwhelming sense of dread.