K I A R A
I lost count of the hours I spent chained to that bed. My body ached from the silver, my throat was dry and my mind was in overdrive.
Nolan came back a few times, each visit came with a new form of torture. He would bring me food I refused to eat. He would circle the bed, spewing venom about Damon, trying to break my spirit with lies.
"He's forgotten you already, Kiara. He's already moved on. You were just a temporary distraction. A means to an end. Can’t you see that? Everyone wants a piece of you because of your father." He'd say.
I would just stare at the wall, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
But his words were starting to get to me. The doubt was a slowly seeping into my mind. What if he was right? What if Damon wasn't coming?
No. I couldn't think
