Chapter 127 The Prisoner

Ophelia's POV

The room is dark and freezing. Stone floor feels damp and hard under me. My back aches from lying there too long. Silas stands over me like he's been waiting. Tall, silver hair past his shoulders, Nothing like Elias. Elias hid how messed up he was. This guy just owns it.

"You're e...

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