VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

I stepped into the kitchen, the short distance from my bedroom feeling like miles as my feet throbbed in pain.

God damn it, I really shouldn't have walked on those broken glasses.

I let out a heavy sigh, pushed my hair back, and walked toward the kitchen counter.

Another meal was waiting for me.

But it was already too cold and I didn't have the energy to pick it up and reheat it.

"Ugh," I braced my arms on the counter to support my weight. "Is this how I die? Starving ...