Chapter 48
- Belle****
- The air ripped with my scream, but the mansion’s cavernous silence devoured it whole. Victor’s eyes, cold and predatory, feasted on my terror. Pain seared through me, but worse was the oppressive weight of his power, suffocating my soul.
- The air reeked of smoke and blood, the walls steeped in violence. Bruises painted my skin, but my spirit—no, he’d have to destroy me to take that.