I went straight to my room.
The door closed behind me, and the quiet hit harder than the noise ever had, because now there was nothing to distract me from the way my chest felt heavy and sore, as if something had been pressed into it and left there on purpose.
I felt so low, everywhere I went, people looked at me the same way, like I was something less, something made to be used and talked about openly, and the words from earlier kept replaying in my head, breeder, tool, no purpose, each one sinking deeper until I wondered if that was all I would ever be.
Even Draven himself seemed disgusted by me and that thought hurt more than I wanted to admit.
What shocked me the most was when he let Laura sleep in his room, saying it so easily, like I was not standing there listening, like my pre
