#Chapter 234: Playing Games

Almara’s Pov

Arthur and I continue to fight against the invisible restraints, but it’s like trying to swim against the current. The more we try, the harder it gets and eventually the only thing able to break loose is a sob.

Grace has never seen me cry before because I know it would break her heart to see her mother upset, but now she’s looking at me without any emotion, as though she would be impartial to anyone’s distress, let alone her own mother’s.

I keep trying to sit up until I know I’ve reached my maximum strength capacity. I sink back into my sweet, noticing how Zayne is enjoying watching us fail at protecting our daughter who stands mere feet away, yet is also so far gone.

Beside me Arthur heaves and pants, I can sense the blood pumping through his veins. His breath is hot and heavy, laden with rage. The room no longer feels cold, instead, it’s become unbearably stuffy.

“What do you want?” exhaustion creeps through each winded word. I’m so tired of guessing what to do or fight