Nyra’s POV
Prison was boring. That was the first thing I learned. Not painful. Not dramatic. Not even particularly cruel. Just boring. Interesting. Very interesting. Because I had spent years imagining what punishment looked like. I expected chains.
Torture.
Humiliation.
Instead, Damon had given me something much worse.
Time.
Far too much time.
Time to think. Time to remember. Time to regret. The realization irritated me. Mostly because I hated regret. It was a useless emotion. Yet lately it seemed determined to follow me everywhere. I sat near the narrow window of my cell staring at the strip of sky visible through the iron bars.
Morning.
Again.
Another day.
Another reminder that the world continued moving without me. The thought should have frightened me. Instead it made me an
