Chapter 54

Syria’s POV

The only person who could help me… was my uncle.

A monster in the form of a man.

He stood there, calm, smug, and cold.

“P-Please,” I whispered.

“Please. Save your mother. She’s bleeding so much. She’s losing color... I think she’s dying.”

The words came out broken, my throat tight with fear.

My voice was shaking, but I didn’t care anymore.

My pride, my anger—they all took a backseat to the terror gnawing at me from the inside. I was scared. I was so scared I couldn’t think straight.

All I could focus on was her, my grandmother, the woman who raised me, the only one who ever truly loved me. I couldn’t let her die. I wouldn’t!

My voice shook again as I begged him. Even if I hated him. Even if every fiber in me burned with disgust at the thought of asking him for anything.

He started to walk towards me.

Slow and heavy, like he enjoyed watching me crumble.

Then he stopped in front of me. I didn’t want to look up, but I had to.

My eyes rose, slowly, and met his.

He was sm