CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN:
EMMA ENDLESS: THREE YEARS AGO
I didn’t know how long I was sitting there. All I knew was there was an impossible ache in my chest. One that was so heavy, I didn’t know that I could ever get up again. But it wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I expected it to be Louisa, or Bradley.
When I looked up, it was Hook. Looking slightly better than he had when I’d left him. At least, he was no longer bleeding. He did look a little pale, but that was to be expected. “You know, I never felt right, taking you all of those years ago. I knew you were young, and I knew what he intended for you. But the thing about survival is sometimes, somewhere along the way, you stop thinking like a human. Empathy becomes a luxury when you’re on the run.”
He gestured to the
