Arden's POV
The girl on the bed looked far paler than I remembered, engulfed in white sheets, the sterile hum of machines monitoring her vitals.
Three days without meals had drained her.
Her once luscious brown hair had turned dry, while her eyes had sunken deep within her skull; she looked terrible.
Her gaze shifted on me with a hint of relief but still fear, a conflicting look that should've unsettled anyone, but I wasn't unsettled in the slightest.
Nothing really unsettled me anymore.
“How do you feel?” I asked, not because I cared but because I had to learn to be human, or at least create a perfect façade of being one.
My hands were tucked between my trousers as I observed her, watching her intently, as if one were watching a fascinating creature.
She tried to pull herself up,
