Feyre’s POVI didn’t bother to look at the maid as she served my latest meal. I was on my back, as I had been for the past couple of days and nights, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, heart empty, body bruised and battered, soul forsaken, and mind more or less broken.The only thing I stood up to do was to change position when my back ached too much, or use the restroom, the frequency of which had reduced since my self-induced starvation.The only thing I’d managed to put down my mouth was water and I was quite content to let it stay that way. No matter how many hours passed, or the kind of delicious-looking treats were sampled before me, I was not hungry and I did not want to eat.“You must eat your broth today Miss.” The maid said but I paid her no heed.“Miss, please. The madame will come herself if you don’t eat on your own.” She said, a desperate plea in her voice, but I was too far gone.What more could Esmelda do to me? She wanted me dead either way, didn’t she? What was it
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