I picked at my breakfast, barely managing a few bites. The food looked incredible, but my stomach churned with every attempt to swallow.
An hour later, silent servants collected my barely touched plates. They moved like ghosts, never meeting my eyes before disappearing back into the shadows.
The silence felt foreign. No one barking orders, no demands to scrub floors or tend fires. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been left completely alone. The quiet should have been peaceful, but instead it left me restless, unsure how to fill the empty hours.
I wanted to clean something—anything—just to keep busy, but I had no supplies. More importantly, Flynn had been clear about staying out of sight.
After making the bed with military precision, I drew a bath. The hot water embraced my aching muscles as I sank deeper, letting the heat seep into my bones until my fingertips wrinkled like raisins.
