Sera Winters
Sometimes the worst prison isn't the one that holds your body. It's the one that makes you want to stay.
I didn't leave the library.
Hours passed. The sun went down completely. The room got dark except for one lamp in the corner that Kieran turned on without asking if I wanted it.
We talked. About nothing. About everything. About his life before the curse. About mine before I got sold. Normal things. Human things. Like we were just two people having a conversation instead of captor and captive.
And I hated how good it felt. How normal. How almost right.
My body was exhausted. My mind was exhausted. But I couldn't make myself get up and leave. Couldn't make myself go back to that empty room and sit alone w
