Chapter 121

Syria’s POV

“Go on, Syria. Kill him.”

Valentin’s voice rang in my ears. It was heavy and commanding.

But I froze.

My hand shook as I stared down at him.

He was already on the ground. His body was beaten and bloody. His breathing was shallow and his strength was almost gone.

The knife suddenly felt heavy in my hand, heavier than it ever should have.

“Syria?”

I slowly looked up at her then said something that even I can’t believe I’d say it.

“I couldn’t do it.”

Instead of finishing him off,