Chapter 119

Syria’s POV

“Come on.”

He held my hand. His grip was firm, almost reassuring, even though everything around us felt wrong.

He looked me in the eyes and spoke softly.

“I know this is cruel. I know this is twisted for you. But if you can’t handle what Valentin is doing to your uncle, we can leave. We don’t have to stay here. You can always come back and check him, down here. For now, you need to take a breather.”

I didn’t answer right away. His words kept ringing in my head.

My uncle’s screams