Chapter 95

• Lily's POV
• The night wind carried the damp chill to the edge of the woods, like a swarm of tiny ice needles pricking the skin exposed beneath John's oversized T-shirt, sending sharp jolts of pain that jolted me awake.
• The quiet, expensive neighborhood walkway stretched out beneath the dim yellow streetlights. I dragged my battered, almost broken body forward, each step uneven and painful. Every movement tugged at my muscles as if they were being torn apart, silent screams echoed in my limbs, desperate to escape this suffocating golden cage.