Chapter 27: Kiss
(Charlotte's POV)
The cold, clinging scent of damp stone filled my senses as I entered the prison. I hadn’t been here since they took my father. Seeing him now, behind those silver bars, made the ache in my chest almost unbearable.
He sat on a hard, cold bench, his posture straight despite the heavy restraints on his wrists. The silver that weakened him couldn’t touch his spirit. His sharp eyes met mine with steady resolve.
“They’ll realize the truth,” he said as I approached. His voice was calm—a stark contrast to the chaos I felt. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. But the evidence Gabriel planted had made everyone doubt my father. In these moments, it was hard to be hopeful.
“But what if they don’t listen?” My voice
