Chapter 117

• Nana's POV
• I was staring straight into his dark eyes that appeared darker as they stared back at me with a devilish smirk curling up his lips. The whip in his hand was gripped tightly, and I needed no soothsayer to know that he would use it on me, but what I couldn't understand was why I was unable to run while watching him kill those girls like animals.
• My heart was beating so hard inside my ribcage that I thought it would fall out, and all that filled me to the brim was guilt and panic over what I had just heard. I thought I wanted Ava to die so much all this time, but the moment I heard Carl say she killed herself, I felt a sharp pang in my heart and my stomach was churning.