Chapter 188 A Desperate Plea

Genevieve sat on the edge of her bed, staring down at the phone like it was a live grenade about to explode in her hands. The silk sheets bunched beneath her trembling fingers. The room, once a haven of soft lights and rich scents, now felt like a gilded prison. Moonlight streamed through the open windows, pale and cold against her dark hair cascading wildly over her shoulders. Her thumb hovered over Silas’s name.