Chapter 198

Alyssa POV

The second we step inside Silas’s hellhole, his guards pat us down for wires, weapons, and anything else that might help us get out of here alive.

War grips my arm—just firm enough to make it clear I’m not to be touched by anyone but Silas.

We move in silence, following Lee and the guards up a staircase lined with cracked wallpaper, expensive paintings, and that thick, heavy stillness that clings to places where women go missing.

The ache in my body is unbearable now.

Every bump on the road left bruises. My wrists are numb. And my jaw throbs from the gag biting into the corners of my mouth.

Each step makes my blood run colder.

This house is creepy as fuck.

Haunted.

But not with ghosts. With men like Silas.

“We’re just playing along until your freak show comes busting down the door,” War mutters beside me. “Was gonna take the gag off, but you’ve got a smart-ass mouth. Don’t want you giving them more reasons