Chapter 123
- I inhale deeply, trying—failing—to steady the frantic rhythm of my heart.
- “If no one knows Lucas is sick… then they won’t rebel, right?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
- Clark lets out a sharp laugh, too loud for the silence we’re drowning in. It echoes off the stone walls, brittle and hollow. He draws in a breath, the corners of his mouth flattening into a hard, unforgiving line.