SELVARA’s POV

I didn’t leave my room all morning. My leg still ached, but it was nothing compared to the one I felt inside my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zyros’s face his hand slamming the wall, his voice low and rough, and how he had looked when he said

“Tell me you don’t feel this.” Not like I didn't want to scream my struggles out loud, but I just couldn’t.

By midday, Ravenna slipped into my quarters with a tray of food. She was the only one of the few who ...