I didn't sleep at all. Every time I was near falling into unconsciousness, I would suddenly jerk awake, my heart racing as if my survival instincts were refusing to let their guard down.
I don't know why—actually, that's a lie. I knew exactly why. It was really difficult to sleep when you're sharing a bed with a literal human supernova who thinks she owns you.
Soon, as I gave up on the idea of rest, the night was gone.
As the first gray light of dawn began to creep through the window, casting long, skeletal shadows across the room, I realized that my goal had changed.
Getting strong wasn't just about surviving the other siblings or the king anymore. It was about becoming powerful enough to look Elena in the eye and tell her 'No' without the fear that she'd burn down the world to change my mind.
Knock!
