Asher and I ascended the staircase, the muted sounds of the world below fading away as we stepped into the dimly lit hallway. Beau was in a frenzy, his voice rising in pitch as he vehemently objected to everything we uttered. His anguished cries echoed off the walls, each protest a desperate plea to keep us away from Lily. It was clear to us, however, that this wasn’t the true Beau speaking. The words were coming from a place deep within him, a trance that gripped his mind, rendering him a mere puppet to forces beyond his control. He was trapped in a web of invisible strings, utterly oblivious to the turmoil swirling around him.
As we exchanged worried glances, uncertainty gnawed at my insides. Would Beau even remember this once we finally managed to break the hold that was shackling him?
