In my bedroom, I lay next to Calder with my head on his shoulder and my leg draped over both of his. I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso, not that he could actually feel it, but it comforted me.
I didn’t know how long it’d been since I had last seen that asshole who had raised me. Since I let him take the baby. Since I let the baby die. I hadn’t been keeping track of the days. I didn’t even know what time it was. Day seemed like night, and night day.
IdieIf it wasn’t for Darius, neither Calder nor I would have eaten anything. Hellana had even forgiven me—though if I were her, I wouldn’t have—and come over to help us out with Calder too. I should’ve been the one helping her out—she needed it more than I did—but I couldn’t seem to get over the terror I felt inside me.
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