Chapter-40

The blindfold tightened around my eyes, pushing me into dense darkness. Silas's firm grip on my arm dragged me forward, and the air grew colder with each step. I shivered, not just from the biting cold, but from the uncertainty that enveloped me. My senses heightened due to the lack of vision.

Silas's possessive and commanding touch sent a shiver down my spine. I resisted the urge to pull away, my jaw clenched in frustration. It was infuriating how he had control as if I were nothing more than a pawn in his twisted revenge game. My steps stumbled as he dragged me to god know where. The air in the place felt damp, and the faint echoes of distant pained moans reached my ears.

Dante and Seb were not far behind. The muffled sounds of their pained groans served as disturbing background noise, intensifying my unease. I strained to hear any other clues about our surroundings, but the cold silence of the place only added to the confusion. I hated ho