Chapter 255

Third Person's POV

The river's current churned beneath the embankment, black and hungry, reflecting the pale glow of the moon like liquid steel. Sivya's lungs burned, heart hammering as she struggled against Zarek's unyielding grip. His fingers clamped around her throat with terrifying precision—not enough to crush, yet enough to remind her that a single slip would send her tumbling into the roari