**Megan’s POV**

The guest room felt like a cocoon, wrapping me in its quiet darkness.

My body ached from the day’s torture, Hannah’s endless lessons, Alexander’s cold stares, the weight of this gilded prison.

I lay on the bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, but my mind wouldn’t shut off.

The Zeus mansion was suffocating, every chandelier and marble floor screaming I didn’t belong.

My eyes burned, heavy with exhaustion, but sleep wouldn’t come. Not with that damn ...