Chapter twenty-three(Sapphire is in danger!)

Phoebe's Point Of View:

I felt a lump build up in my throat but I dared not swallow it as I feared if I swallowed, my throat would budge and push against the razor sharp dagger that was against my neck, and that would be the end for me.

“Where is your daughter?!” A hoarse voice said from behind me.

“Let me go! Who are you and who sent you! How dare you attack me!" I yelled, raising my voice but gritting my teeth.

"Where is she?!” He shouted.

"Rather slit my throat instead. I'm not selling my daughter out,” I said.

He pressed the...