Chapter 145 Don't Call Me Again

• Fiona’s POV
• The heavy shroud of darkness slowly recedes as I gradually regain consciousness. My senses slowly come into focus, revealing a cold, sterile room and the unyielding ropes that bind me like an animal to a pipe against the wall.
• Panic grips me as I take in my surroundings, realizing I've been kidnapped. The realization is like a punch to the gut, and the dread intensifies when I make out Leah’s form sitting on a chair looking down at me, her face twisted with a malevolent glee.