Luka POV

"No food. No water."

Lilith's voice is ice. Pure, polished cruelty.

I stand in the corridor, close enough to hear every word through the crack in the door. Close enough to see the guards straighten at her command, their expressions carefully blank.

"Understood," They say.

Lilith sweeps past without another glance.

My stomach twists.

They're going to starve her. They're going to let Luna Grace die of thirst in that ...