BELLE

The next few weeks were like my own personal hell.

I spent all of my time in the tiny bedroom at the bottom of the packhouse that Grayson had told me to sleep in, only leaving to use the bathroom and quickly grab food from one of the kitchens.

I didn’t see Grayson. I didn’t see anyone.

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat.

And to make it worse, there was a terrible pain spreading throughout my body that I knew was because I was away from Grayson.

I thought many times of just leaving, coming up with plans that consisted of sneaking out in the middle of the night...