|Serena's POV|
By the time I get back to the penthouse, my feet are killing me more than the pain of a bruised ego after my last encounters with Misty and Gryphon respectively.
Only I know how much I would kill for some comfort food right about now— even if I force myself to puke it all up later— along with a nice and boring TV show that might help me put everything out of my mind and let me escape the sad reality of my life.
"I think it's sad."
Gryphon's words echo through my head as I make my way to the bedroom assigned to me through the lavish penthouse that reeks of money as old as time.
It is sad.
It is sad how I have always been used as a bargaining chip my entire life, as a status symbol— like one of my mother's beloved Persian rugs.
And now, after so many years of bei
