The new mirror caught the morning light as I sat on my bed at 5:25 AM.
Rika had given me the gown last night after the whole issue with the pack. Said I needed to "see myself clearly" if I wanted to survive here. I wasn't sure what she meant then.
Now I did.
The woman staring back at me wasn't the polished senator's wife I used to be. My dark hair fell in waves past my shoulders, messy from the little sleep I had. The thin nightgown clung to my curves in a way that would have made Blake furious. Too revealing and very tempting.
But here, it just made me feel like myself.
My green eyes looked tired. My skin was pale but not fragile anymore. There were small scars on my hands from training. Proof that I was learning to fight.
My body had changed too. Stronger and more defined. The sof
