Tears streamed down my face as I realized being caught was inevitable.
The light started fading. Black shrouded me, and in that split second, I saw a man’s face.
He reminded me of someone. Someone who could have passed as an older version of Leigh.
I was fully consumed by darkness now, pulled in million different directions.
Was this the fair chance Reeves wanted?
My fair chance wasn’t in the Hether, wherever the hell that was. No, it was in the Oblivion with my sadistic grandfather who called himself Lord and ruler of the Shadow Casters. It was with my uncle who was probably under his command and next to the dark throne.
But I wasn’t anything like them.
I wanted this to be the end. I wanted to die. No more torture. No more fear. No more heartbreak.
Just die, Chas.
Dying was the o
