Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Seeing it then, the distanced footage, the secretive angles, it was like watching ghosts of our past come back to haunt us. Nothing about the Gracelynn on the screen seemed like me. And Mel..
She was right there, alive and well.
The next clip made my heart stop. It was Mel again. Lana’s breath caught beside me, a sharp intake of air that I felt more than heard. She was alone, in a small, dark room, her wrists bound tightly together. The look on her face—resignation—was a knife in my gut.
The clips changed again, and this time, it was me. I was passed out, limp like a rag doll in a similar room. A chain was wrapped around my ankle, and someone was there, forcing something down my throat. The voice was soft, almost soothing, whispering words I couldn’t make out. But the face—it was unmistakable.
Carol.
Lana was squeezing my arm so tightly, her breathing growing raspier, I looked over to make sure she was still with me.
And then, the final clip began, the screen cutting to black before fading in on a new scene. My blood froze in my veins as I saw Lana. She was strapped to a chair, her body slumped forward, blood trickling from a wound I couldn’t see due to her hair being in the way. Her head was lowered, something metallic attached to it, wires leading off-screen.
I could barely breathe as a man stepped into the frame, roughly tilting her head back. He pushed her hair away from her face, and I saw her try to protest, her lips moving weakly. The man ignored her, his hand steady as he placed a gag back in her mouth, silencing her feeble attempts to resist. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as the man turned slightly, just enough for the light to catch his face.
It was Ciaran.
The cold detached look on his face as he bound Lana’s mouth was a twisted reflection of the man we thought we knew. And with that final, horrific image burned into my mind, the screen went black.