Ava’s POV
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Days? Weeks? Because it felt like eternity, the cold seeps into my bones, blurring time until it feels endless. The walls don’t change, neither did the statues. Their empty, cracked eyes seem to follow me everywhere I go, their shadows stretching long across the floor like grasping hands. The dolls with broken faces sit in the corners, silent and twisted.
My stomach twisted painfully. I was feeling very hunger and the wolfsbane was still dragging through my veins.
The door creaked open suddenly, spilling a slice of light into the room. A guard shoved a plate inside.
“Eat,” he muttered, his voice flat, before slamming the door again.
The sound echoed, leaving me alone with the smell of bread and meat.
I stared at it.
My hands shook not
