Chapter 51

  ~ANYA POV~

  The clock in the room ticks softly, steadily, and cruelly.

  Each second drags like a warning, and I can't stop glancing at it. Nine P.M. comes at last, and for a long moment I sit there, listening to the sound of my own breathing.

  The air feels too heavy, like it's holding its brea...

Login and Continue Reading