"Is Henry still alive?" I asked Pheonix this time. His jaw clenched as if remembering a scene. What? I don't know.
From what I could gather from his expression was that he had tortured Henry enough to avenge his pain if he had escaped alive. And somewhere deep down in my heart, I really wished for Henry to die.
"Bella, he had his knife against your throat." Pheonix said, his jaw clenched in rage and I closed my eyes. Trying to remember what happened that night. The only thing I remember clearly is Pheonix telling me a secret. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment as I looked at my boyfriend, giving him a glare.
And then I remembered following Henry's shadow. I remember telling Henry that my arms were not untied. And then Henry choked my neck under his arm, cutting off my oxygen suppl
