Eira's pov
Pain.
That was the only thing I could feel.
It clawed at my insides, relentless and sharp, like someone had carved my soul open and left it bleeding. Not just the physical kind—the bruises, the weakness from days of confinement, the throbbing pulse behind my eyes. No. This was deeper. The kind that lived in your chest and made breathing feel like a punishment.
I dashed out of the room, heart pounding, bare feet slapping against the cold stone floors. My vision blurred, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Every cell in my body screamed for freedom.
Draven had taken everything from me—my choice, my body, even my future. And now, this child growing inside me... a constant reminder of the nights that should've never happened.
I refused to be a prisoner to his madness. Not anymore.
