Meliza's POV
"I'm not done playing with you two," Andrew sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "And I'm not that heartless—I'll give you some time to talk, to reminisce about the past... with regrets."
He chuckled darkly and added, "Isn't it a beautiful night for conversation?"
Then, without warning, he reached forward and ripped the blindfold from my eyes.
I blinked rapidly as my vision adjusted to the dimly lit room, my heart pounding as I immediately searched for my sister. The moment my eyes landed on her, a sharp ache stabbed through my chest.
Jessa was on the cold, hard floor; her body curled in on itself like she was trying to shield herself from further pain. Like me, her hands were bound with handcuffs, but what broke me was the sight of her face—bruised, swollen, marred with dark patches of pain.
Andrew did this to her.
Rage boiled in my veins.
"Jessa," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, raw with emotion.