Nora's POV

I was back in my room.

Hungry, sad and heartbroken.

With how Betsy had rushed to carry out Sasha's orders, I didn't think that she would have gladly showed me my way around the kitchen even if I had followed her.

I had decided to respect myself and moved back to my bedroom, ignoring the loud yells and curses my stomach was throwing at me.

I laid on the bed, calculating how much it would cost me if I decided to eat out for a while till I could get to speak with Damon about what Sasha ...