Chloe's p.o.v.
The hallway was darker than I remembered, as if shadows clung to the walls, waiting to suffocate what little air I had left. My heart hammered—not with fear, but with a boiling mix of frustration and something far more insidious.
‘Sad? No.’ I couldn’t afford that weakness now. Not after everything.
Thinking of that, I kept my back straight as I navigated the winding halls, forcing myself to replay Dylan’s parting words, that furious command laced with possession.
‘You’re coming with me?’ He had barked it out like I was still tethered to his will like those years of silent suffering hadn’t been enough to sever the hold he thought he had on me.
‘The arrogance. The entitlement.’ I huffed as the resentment that had piled up all these years threatened to choke me.
However,
