Chapter 51
- Belle***
- The gunshot rang out like a death knell, reverberating through the cold, bloodstained walls. For a moment, there was silence—deafening, suffocating. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers still curled around the metal of the gun, shaking with the weight of what I had done.
- Victor’s body jerked, his head snapping back. But then, the sound I dreaded most—laughter. Low, guttural, dark as the abyss itself.