SELVARA’s POV
I didn’t leave my room all morning. My leg still ached, but it was nothing compared to the one I felt inside my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zyros’s face his hand slamming the wall, his voice low and rough, and how he had looked when he said
“Tell me you don’t feel this.” Not like I didn't want to scream my struggles out loud, but I just couldn’t.
By midday, Ravenna slipped into my quarters with a tray of food. She was the only one of the few who didn’t treat me like dirt. She set the tray down and looked at me.
“You didn’t eat yesterday,” she said softly. “You need your strength.”
I stared at the bread and broth but didn’t touch it. My throat was too tight to eat.
Ravenna sat on the edge of the bed, looking deep into my eyes as if she could read into the
