IRIS
I ate because I had promised Ronan I would. The bread was stale but I forced myself to swallow bite after bite until the tray was nearly empty. My stomach churned in protest since it had not gotten used to food after days of starving, but I ignored it. Ronan had asked me to take care of myself. It was the only thing he had asked of me and I was going to do it.
Mate will be proud, Zorya said quietly. We had both been down after Ronan’s visit. She was sad and so was I but we were trying.
Two days had passed since Ronan had visited and told me he was not going to lose me. I had replayed that visit a hundred times. I had not believed Ronan, but I had let myself hope anyway, because hope was all I had left. The sound of the doors opening made me perk up. It was not meal time so that me
