Avara POV
"I don't want to do this."
Kelsey dumps herself on the edge of my bed. "You don't have a choice. You've been AWOL long enough. And now you can't hide with all this frenzy with your father's nomination. He's a forerunner and adored by the public—he's going to win that ballot. So you need to get back into fighting shape."
I shake my head obstinately, pulling the blanket to my face.
"I'm already running you a bubbly bath with Epsom salt—you're going to love it," she says gently.
I stare back at her blankly.
