Martha
I stayed locked in my room for three days.
No one came. Not Vander.
That’s when it hit me—this wasn’t temporary. This wasn’t anger cooling off. He was done. For real this time.
I kept hoping he’d check on me. Just once. Open the door. Say something. But the silence was louder than any fight we’d ever had. It roared inside my chest until I hated myself for needing him so badly.
I should’ve just stayed in Natasha’s shadow. Lived quietly in the background. However painful that would’ve been, Vander wasn’t beating me. He wasn’t pimping me out like Alaric. He gave me a name, a home, respect. I should’ve loved Lucian like my own and kept the peace.
But I didn’t. And I blamed my mother for that. For every awful piece of advice that led me here. The woman poisoned me with her surviva
