Chapter 52
Jana's POV
The ropes burned against my wrists. Every shift, every twitch, sent sharp jolts of pain up my arms. But I didn't cry out. I didn't plead. I had nothing left in me. The silence in the room pressed against my chest like a boulder.
I was tired—bone-deep, soul-weary tired.
The door hadn't opened in hours.
I stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly, trying to steady the storm inside me. What would he do now? Would he turn me in? Would he throw me out and leave me to fend for myself again? Or worse-would he keep me here, locked away like a secret of his own?
My eyes fluttered shut for a moment.
And then I heard it—the slow turn of the lock, the faint creak of the door.
My heart stopped.
Vincent stepped in.
He didn't slam the door this time. He didn't stride in with
