Winter POV
God, I'm pathetic, that's the only way I can think to describe myself. Ever since I left the hospital and have been confined to this large house of the Beta, I've moped around and refused to eat. I can tell Langdon is getting fed up with me, but honestly, I'm so far gone by this stage that I don't even care. All I can think of is him and the way he treats me, one moment like I'm precious to him and he can't wait to touch me and then, at the same instant, like a burden. He could easily get rid of me by rejecting me. Why hasn't he? It would solve both of our problems.
Sabriel, of course, is clinging to hope. He'll come around, just you wait and see Winter.
Sabriel, why do you care so much? Honestly, I think we could do so much better, don't you? What is it about this man, that
