CLiam
There was so much blood everywhere.
“Oh Elena,” I crossed the cell in three steps and, crouching before her, cradled her head. “Oh, sister.”
Her lips were pale blue, her body cold and stiff and pale. Her eyes were closed, and for a second, I feared she was dead, but when I called her name, they fluttered open.
“Liam,” she whispered, and the sound of her voice, the pain and despair in it, broke me.
I had kept her here against her will, I had told myself every day that I hated her for causing me endless pain, I had vowed to kill her with my bare hands one day, and yet… seeing her like this, watching the life drain from her eyes in this cruel manner, all those thoughts vanished.
She was still my sister.
My baby sister.
“Wh-why? Why did they do this?”
Just why?
It made no
