~~PEYTON~~
I feel like a sharp blade slicing through my heart; it's so tight and painful. Tears blur my vision, hot and stinging, but I refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him.
"Fine." I croak; the fight drains out of me, leaving behind a hollow ache. "Fine, you're right. You're very right. I can't go back to my stepmom. To feed off me."
Odin's face flashes with guilt, but he doesn't say anything.
"And you're right about the fact that I'm holding myself back for no reason," I add, and Odin's gaze drifts, focusing on some point beyond the room, as if trying to locate an escape hatch in the ceiling.
Without another word, I turn to leave but stop halfway. "Is there anything else you'd love to change so I'll know what step to take next?"
Odin suddenly starts to fumble for
