Kyria
I went back to my room; it was 4:00 a.m.
I didn't sleep.
The mark on my wrist pulses like a second heartbeat—steady, stubborn, glowing faintly. Even after the cover of my hoodie sleeve. I had tied it with a band to dull the light. It didn’t help. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice:
“you’re the only thing tethering me to sanity.”
And the way he’d looked at me… Like I was both salvation and sin.
Lassy was quiet that morning. Too quiet; she usually bounced off walls by seven-thirty. But today, she gave me a soft smile with a mug of coffee before scurrying off.
“I’ll be back,” she chirped, avoiding eye contact.
Something was off.
I ignored the warning bells and wandered down towards the lower garden. I needed air space—something to convince me that I still had contr
