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 straig