I went back to eating my breakfast or lunch. In reality, being cooped up had me a bit confused about what time of day or night it was. I silently wished that the entire situation would be over soon. I wanted to stop fearing for my life. I wanted a sense of stability again. Sure, I wasn't getting that as a rogue, but I wanted to live my life again. Being a prisoner in the house was not living, it was barely surviving. I did not want that kind of life. I understood it was better than being in a dungeon. I also understood that it was better to be protected than to be solo with barely superhuman abilities, since I couldn't quite shift anymore. I was also kind of freaking out about Demetrius and Matthias.
Let's be honest, I had quite the decision on my hands. Whether I chose Demetrius or whet
