POV: Violet
I didn’t sleep. Again.
By the time dawn painted the skyline outside my apartment, my eyes burned, my brain throbbed, and my chest felt like it had been hollowed out.
Ryan’s words still haunted me. Not when I’ve been starving for five years.
Damn him. Damn his wolf. Damn the way he still knew exactly which strings to pluck to unravel me completely.
I shoved a sweater over my scrubs and scraped my hair into a bun. My reflection in the mirror looked like hell hollow eyed, pale, exhausted but I didn’t have the luxury of collapse. Not when the ICU schedule was packed, not when patients depended on me, not when my mother was still lying unconscious two floors below the ward I worked in.
The hospital was the only place where I could pretend to be strong. And I needed that prete
