LOGINLiz's POV “I don’t think he did it.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. I clasped my hands together in my lap, nails digging into my skin as if pain might keep me steady. My words felt like a dull excuse even to my own ears. Ashton scoffed. He looked at me like he thought I was somet
With everything happening—everything—I was gaining weight? Guilt crept in. What an Embarrassment. People were dying out there. Humans were starving. And here I was, well-fed and soft. The fought made me hate myself. I tugged at the fabric and glared at my own reflection in the mirror. “ Traitor “
Liz's POV Painting was something I had picked up. Mostly due to boredom. My brush dragged across the canvas in shaky strokes. I frowned at the mess on the canvas. It was awful. Why did I think this was a good idea in the first place? “What is it supposed to be?” the woman beside me asked. Elena
Ashton didn’t leave his room. Time had passed slowly, measured only by the light that shifted from the gap in his curtains and the soft knocks that came, again and again, at his door. “At least eat something,” his mother begged through the wooden door every morning. “Just a little. Please.” He la
The mansion rose before him, all iron gates and cold stone, perched on a hill that overlooked a city too clean to be real. Ashton stood at the edge of the driveway, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, staring at the place he had once called home. How the fuck did it come to this? He hadn’t p
In the Shower, Steam curled around Damien, water sliding down the hard lines of his shoulders. He barely felt the heat; his mind was far away—stuck on the memory he’d been trying and failing to drown.The scene from earlier played in his mind, he couldn't think of anything else.Damien shut his eyes







