ALLE
Sleep didn't happen.
Not even close.
I've been staring at this ceiling for hours, watching dawn drag itself across the plaster like it's as exhausted as I am. My mind won't shut the f**k up—keeps replaying Winter standing in the snow outside his greenhouse, those blind silver eyes somehow burning straight through me even after I'd walked away.
I can cure his blindness.
The thought loops endlessly, a record stuck on repeat.
I can actually cure it. Which means I have something he wants. Something he'd bargain for. Something that might finally give me leverage in this f****d up situation.
Somewhat.
Except leverage requires me staying close to him, working with him, being near him.
And I'm not sure my body can handle that without betraying me completely.
Not when I've been so f
