Chapter Fifty-Seven

Alora.

I didn't leave the room in the next hours, even when Lana had called me down for dinner. I told her I wasn't hungry and Ares had told me to stay in the room.

Unconsciously, I had taken back my spot in Ares' room. The floor beside his bed and bedside drawers where his lamp sat. I silently watched the cuffs tied to the bedpost in fear.

I could almost feel the cold metal clinging to my skin and I stared down at my wrist. The usual red marks were almost gone and there was only a tiny bruise left behind. It was almost starting to look like I had never been shackled before.

That was when I realized my feet didn't hurt anymore. I frowned, taking off the slippers with the yellow square person that Ares had gotten for me at the mall. I sniffed, touching the bottom of my feet to feel the sting of the accident that had happened earlier.

But it was gone..

I raised my brow, bringing my feet to my line of vision so I could see it.

The cuts were gone too..

I drew closer to the wi