Sera's POVThe next few months passed in suffocating silence. I remained in the castle, making food, tending to Logan’s needs, yet he still refused to look at me. Let alone speak to me. It was a slow, excruciating death—one that gnawed at me from the inside out. But his cold indifference wasn’t the worst of it.Zander was worse.He walked past me like I didn’t exist, his ignorance sharper than any blade. I had no friends here. No one to talk to. Most days, I barely spoke a word, my presence reduced to a mere shadow. And my nights? They were a torment of gags, vomit, and agonizing pain—each one a cruel reminder that my time was running out.Three days.That was all I had left.And so, I stood in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes, Logan’s name an unrelenting whisper in my mind. The thought of leaving him crushed me, and when I saw my tears mixing with the water in the sink, I felt my resolve crack.Then, footsteps.Slow. Steady.I wiped my eyes on my sleeve, inhaling sharply before turning—
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