ZAYLA I laid on the bed, my eyes still closed, the lids too heavy to open. When it finally opened, I dragged my gaze around the room like it was my first time here, too tired to move my body. Sleep still beckoned me, but despite the fogginess, I forced myself up. Propped against the bed board, my gaze traveled to the single window in the room. It was so high, I could barely reach it, and even if I did, I couldn't get a glimpse of what the outside looked like. Whoever installed it, had no sense of fresh air. It was mated with net, you could only see the daytime light, except now it was dark. Which meant the day was over. Another evening. Another day fading away, with no single knowledge of what outside there felt like. Of what was really happening outside this large house. Painfully, but undeniably, a large part of me loved it, but the small part of me that wanted independence, that wanted power and revenge was stronger. What they wanted from me, I had no idea. Ziven said I shoul
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