Nora's POV

“How do you feel?” Cara asked for the fourth time that morning.

It was another day after I almost died and I had been asked how I was a thousand times. Listening to Cara mutter words of gratitude about how I was lucky to survive into a new year bothered me as much as it gladdened my heart.

“I'm fine.” I sighed.

“Do you want more meat?” She offered.

“No,” I shook my head.

She frowned. “You need to eat more, girl. You fell into the pool because you don't eat ...