#Chapter57
Aleera POV
My stomach twisted, yet I welcomed the pain—anything to stop the memory of them all laughing, anything to stop the sight of my mates just watching. Darius had brought food in earlier and set it down. I just stared ahead; I had no appetite, no will to do anything. Darius lingered, and I remained where I sat. I hadn’t moved from the spot since, even though it was now dark and the entire day had passed by.
/"You should shower,/" Darius said. Silence was all he earned in response; I didn’t even acknowledge his existence. I didn’t care if Darius killed them. He still watched what they did and only interfered at the end; he still allowed them to get to that point. They still allowed them to humiliate me. I heard the door lock when he left.
