Chapter 171

Fletcher

I pressed my lips together, clenching my hands so tightly my nails dug into my skin. A sharp sting followed, warmth trickling down to the floor as I struggled to cry—yet no tears came. I couldn't even wail, not the way Emile had taught me to.

"What are you doing?!" Emile half-whispered, half-hissed at me who was pretending to lie dead on the ground.

I pouted, while looking at my hands. "I