Chapter Sixty Three
The bedroom doors had been locked from the outside for what felt like an eternity. The room that used to feel like a warm, romantic haven with Stone had officially turned into a beautiful, gilded prison cell. Every single day, I sat on the edge of the mattress, looking out the window at the high concrete walls of the Iron Reapers compound, watching the gray clouds pass over the sky. My hands, which had finally started to feel useful and strong while rolling out dough at Johnson’s Oven, were now completely idle, shaking slightly from the sheer anxiety of being cut off from the entire world.
I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat the heavy plates of food that Stone brought up to me every night with a dark, proud smile on his face. My mind was completely consumed by thoughts o
