Since my encounter with Devyn, I hadn’t left my room or even tried to eat anything. Lucia had repeatedly knocked on door, pleading with me to eat, but I ignored her.
I had expected Devyn to show up at some point, but he never did. I was relieved, although I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment each time Lucia’s knock didn’t turn out to be his.
Wilona and Liam hadn't come to visit either, and that was for the best because I was still mad at them and wouldn’t be able to control my words.
I felt defenseless and the reality that I couldn't do anything weighed heavy on me. Running away would be pointless, as I’d still get caught, or worse, kidnapped or killed by potential enemies.
I was starting to think the lather was the better option.
I hadn't had any dreams or visions o
