Rea's POVGo on, Rea." His whisper was slow. Cold. Like he had the whole time in the world to himself, and he intended to use it for talking alone. "Get dressed; they're here already." He sat back, one leg draped over the other—a posture so commanding and kingly, he seemed to be enjoying every moment of panic and helplessness I felt.Those eyes, cold, turbulent, and intense, drilled into mine, and I'd stopped searching them for warmth, for pity, for anything, or a negotiation maybe. I stopped because there was nothing to find.As I dared not to meet his menacing gaze anymore, my eyes quickly fled his, tears escaping before I could stop it, streaking my cheeks and tumbling onto my clothes, leaving small darkened dots of wetness stained on my clothes.Then came the knock—strong knuckles against the mahogany wooden door, reverberating through the hush of the room. And then, the sound of chains followed, another sound, something else, a sound lighter than the former, maybe handcuffs or
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