Chapter ten / Terror Darling’s POV. I swallowed hard, the tightness in my chest easing just enough for me to breathe. Ophelia’s words were a lifeline, but as I looked down at our joined hands, I noticed the slight tremor in her own fingers. I glanced past her shoulder to where Sam stood by the heavy iron door, checking his weapons, his jaw set in a grim, rigid line. He was getting ready to go back out there. To join the bloodbath. "How do you do it?" I whispered, my voice cracking as I looked back up at her. "How do you stay so strong, Ophelia? Sam is going right back out into that nightmare to fight beside Kazan How are you holding it together knowing he's walking into a war zone?" Ophelia froze for a fraction of a second, her calm facade fracturing just enough for me to see the raw, bleeding terror hidden underneath. She looked over at Sam, her eyes softening with a profound, agonizing affection before she turned back to me. A sad, fierce smile touched her lips. "I'm terrif
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