Chapter 89

• Cara’s POV
• In a dimly lit room, I sat near Charles, who was tied up tightly with ropes at his wrists and ankles. He looked both weak and angry, struggling to free himself, though it was pointless. His mouth was taped, so his groans of frustration were muffled as he squirmed against the restraints.
• I stood over him, quickly losing my patience. “What’s with all the noise?” I barked, my tone sharp and cold. I kicked him lightly in the side, just enough to remind him who was in control. “Stay still, or you’ll regret it, you little brat!”