Chapter 231

Willow was in agony. It was the kind that blurred the lines between pain and existence. It just ached, a constant, throbbing torment. The agony left her in a haze, her mind clouded to the point where she couldn't make out Matthew's words. All she could register was the intensifying pain. Her body felt weightless, and she was then slammed onto the car seat with brutal force. Before she knew it, the Lamborghini roared away, hurling her into darkness. Willow woke up gasping for air. She felt something tight constricting her neck, making every breath a painful struggle. She thought it might be the Grim Reaper coming for her soul. But when she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of bloodshot orbs. It was Matthew. Perhaps she'd seen his icy demeanor too often lately, for she almost forgot the warmth that once resided in his gaze. "Matthew, please... let me go..." Willow struggled to speak through the tight grip around her neck. Aaron and Nicola's graves lay desecrated; she could