Chapter Forty One
Third Person’s Perspective
The morning sky was grey. Thick clouds covered the sun, turning everything dark and heavy. It felt like the world already knew something terrible was going to happen.
Two guards dragged Reed into the open yard. His feet scraped against the rough ground. His wrists were tied behind him, bleeding from the tight ropes. His face was bruised, his lip split, but his eyes—though tired—still burned with anger.
Serena stood in the corner, her own hands bound. Her knees were shaking. She kept whispering over and over
“Reed… Reed please stand… please…” Even after the betrayal, even though he felt them a burden, she didn’t want him dead, he was still the father of her child
Jake walked out first, wiping his gloves slowly, like he enjoyed every seco
