I used to sneak off to see Cory when I was still at the pack house, and we'd spend time together. That's how we fell for each other. But just at the peak of it all, Alaric happened.
And now, here I am alone with him in his house while his usual, controlling self has refused to let me go home for the weekend. This wasn't the plan.
I threw my blanket off with an angry sigh, the sudden need for food gnawing at me, pulling me out of the safe, silent bubble of my room. I had promised myself I wouldn't let him see me, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he hurt me. But starvation had a way of breaking promises.
I had to stay alive to make good on that promise.
The house seemed empty. I hurried into the kitchen, trying to fix something quick to eat. I would have made Cacio e Pepe, my favorite pasta, but I'd be damned to do so. He'd have crawled out from wherever he was at the moment.
