Ivara's POV
“You should drink it—maybe just a mouthful or two. Come on, baby face.” Prince Eryndor cooed from the other end of the bed, a bowl of soup in his hands.
I shook my head, retreating to the corner of the bed. “No, I'm not taking it. It helps with nothing, I still see stuff, and…and.” My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard, unable to complete my sentence.
I kept wallowing and crying about how unlucky, unfair, and cruel life had been to me, but this… this was worse, like the worst phase of my life, and yes, I regretted being born.
After I tried escaping and then passed out, I woke up inside this room… back at Dark Hound but not the manor.
At first, I thought everything was fine, not until I realized I had been unconscious for a week plus. The realization was still sinking in w
