Chapter 11 Crumble & Bake

Caitlyn Clarke's pov

Let me go," I whisper, but my voice cracks halfway. "Or else..."

I don't even know what I'm threatening him with.

The words spill out in this pathetic, breathy stammer that makes me want to smack myself.

Tick.

A fracture appears. Not on my skin, but inside. A clean split through the fortress I've spent years building.

Tick.

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