Syria’s POV
Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine.
I kept whispering those words to myself, again and again, like a lifeline I was desperately clinging to.
It was the only thought I could hold onto, the only illusion I had left.
Bennett had treated my wounds earlier. He didn’t speak a single word the entire time, and I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. When he finished, he left without another glance.
Now, I was alone again.
Chained to a wall like some dangerous animal, locked in a cold, dark cell that smelled like mildew and blood. Shadows crawled along the stone walls, and I couldn’t see past them. I couldn't see anything at all.
My stomach ached from hunger, the kind that went beyond just needing food. It gnawed at me, sharp and hollow.
Cold seep
