Sapphire's POV
Three days pass.
Three days of soup and bread and quiet visits from Derrick. Three days of Derek leaving books outside my door—history, philosophy, poetry. Three days of Julia slowly coming back to life, color returning to her cheeks, light returning to her eyes.
Three days of pretending I'm not hiding a vial of moonflower essence in the c***k in my wall.
I don't sleep much.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Claire's face. The coldness in her eyes. The way she smiled when she handed me the vial.
It's a trap.
But what if it's not?
You're being paranoid.
Or am I being smart?
I've survived eight years in the wilderness by trusting my instincts. And my instincts are screaming that something is wrong.
But the alternative—staying here forever, bound to two Alphas I can'
