My breath hitched, eyes widened as terror gripped both my body and soul. I watched in horror, a cold dread jolting through my spine as I wondered if I had really heard this terrifying command.
Kill her?
Pain seared through my chest as one of them yanked my hair, forcing my head back. My throat was bared, vulnerable, the sharp gleam of a knife flashing in the dim light. Cold steel pressed against my skin, and a sob strangled itself in my throat. My body shook violently, the chill of death creeping through every part of me.
I cursed Raphael in my heart, hating him for this, hating him for getting me into this mess.
“Sorry, Mom,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
The world around me narrowed and every sound distorted as the realization struck at me that it wasn't a nightmare. Neither
