CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT 

HAZEL'S POV.

Everywhere fell into darkness and silence since Melissa left. I could barely see. The only source of light was a dying candle on a table, but it was too far for it to spread towards me. It only covered a tiny spot in light. 

My hands began to move against the tight ropes aggressively. 

My kids. 

That was the only thought on my mind. I could not leave them wherever they were. I had to see they were okay. 

No. Never would I believe that my kids were dead. Melissa would not have me fooled. 

“Damn you!” I screeched in exhaustion as the...