Selena
“She won’t even touch the food we give her. Such a proud mutt!”
The vampire who placed a plate of meat before me glared at me with blood-red eyes. I had ignored every meal they’d given me since yesterday. It wasn’t hunger that gnawed at me anymore—it was the crushing despair of this grim cell.
My hands could still bring the food to my mouth, even though chains bit into my wrists. The pain was distant, insignificant compared to the void growing inside me.
“Eat, or you’ll die!” barked the short vampire with the round face.
I turned my face away, ignoring his words. Until they left the cell, the food would remain untouched.
Time crawled agonizingly slowly as I stared out the small, barred window of my cell. The moon’s shape had shifted, now half-full, casting its pale light over
