Chapter 43

Iris

The days aren’t making sense anymore. I can’t tell how much time has passed since I was thrown in here. Days? Weeks? Maybe even a month?

I’m so cold.

The stone floor bleeds the warmth out of my body, and no matter how tightly I curl into myself, I can’t stop shaking.

My stomach growls, begging for food no one is going to bring me. Not since I have yet to apologize to Sloane for the milk thing