Sera Winters
Power isn't always about strength. Sometimes it's about knowing exactly what someone else is afraid to lose.
I ate everything.
Every bite of food Kieran had left outside my door. The bread. The soup. The fruit. All of it. I sat on the floor with the tray in my lap and ate until my stomach hurt. Until I felt sick. Until there was nothing left.
Not because I wanted to.
Because I had to.
Because my body had made that decision in the forest when it responded to Daxen's hands on me. When it trembled under his weight. When it wanted things I didn't want.
I couldn't trust my body anymore. Couldn't trust my mind. Couldn't trust anything except the fact that I was still here. Still breathing. Still surviving.
Even if survi
