Ivara’s POV
I sat on the floor beside the bed, hugging my knees tightly to my chest. My chest felt heavy as my thoughts spun around.
Everything in my life felt like it was happening to me instead of because of me, and I hated it.
I hated myself. I hated how weak I was.
And most of all, I hated Xlynor.
I hated the way he had to remind me every chance he got that I was a slave, sold by my own family and now his property.
He had to remind me that I couldn’t make decisions for myself anymore. Not where I lived, not what I did.
I was trying, God, I was trying my very best to be happy, to live for myself and blend in with them, but every time I tried to act normal he had to remind me who I was.
A pathetic nobody beneath him… his possession.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and I
