Lily POV
The mirror in the bathroom of my bedroom was the only thing keeping me sane.
Lucas had showed up two days ago, bruised and thoroughly injured. He had tried to force himself on me. He had tied me up and tore my clothes, while screaming that Kai would never have me.
I had cried and begged and promised, but all my pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Just when I thought he would finally have his way, he’d stopped and then left without a word.
I removed the mirror from the bathroom – where it was hinged to the wall, it wasn’t so strong, so it was easy peasy for me. I placed the mirror in the bedroom and stood in the middle of the room.
I caught my reflection in it as I stood in the middle of the room, my wrists sore from where he’d tied them days ago. My face was hollow, my lips were cracked from dehydration. But my eyes – they still burned with something he hadn’t managed to strip away.
Hope. And rage.
