mr

urn, and the thought alone makes my entire body tense up. I'm so weak that even the weight of my bones feels unbearable. I've barely eaten in days-he only let me

s now, my body covered in bruises, scars, and sores. My ribs stick out sharply from beneath the rags I've been forced to wear. Every part of me h

it come

nger and from the heartache, is overwhelming. I want to scream at the Moon Goddess, curse her for forsaking me. I've cursed her so many times already. Why me? Why did everythin

ow if I stay here, I'll die before the truth ever comes out. I have to get away, for the sa

in my throat. What's going on? Before I can figure it out, the door bursts open, and

ce hoarse from days of sil

ts, rushing to my side. "You

y chest. "How did you-how did

ing the chains on my wrists. "I've created a distrac

and needles as blood rushes back into my fingers, and I wince at the sensation. Lysaa unlocks my ank

voice trembling with pani

he corner of the room. She wraps it around my should

gined. I cling to her as she helps me to my feet, my legs wob

s, her voice firm. "I know it hurts,

wing back the

make our way down the hall, my heart racing as I hear the commotion growing louder outside. I glance towar

ask, breathless from

arting around as we move. "What's important is that

chance, and I need to take it. Still, I can't help but worry about L

tight with fear. "If you ge

arshly than I've ever heard her speak bef

re suddenly steps into our path. One