Ivara's POV“You should drink it—maybe just a mouthful or two. Come on, baby face.” Prince Eryndor cooed from the other end of the bed, a bowl of soup in his hands.I shook my head, retreating to the corner of the bed. “No, I'm not taking it. It helps with nothing, I still see stuff, and…and.” My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard, unable to complete my sentence.I kept wallowing and crying about how unlucky, unfair, and cruel life had been to me, but this… this was worse, like the worst phase of my life, and yes, I regretted being born.After I tried escaping and then passed out, I woke up inside this room… back at Dark Hound but not the manor.At first, I thought everything was fine, not until I realized I had been unconscious for a week plus. The realization was still sinking in when the hallucinations took over and, since then, my life has never remained the same.
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