I sat on the edge of my bed, the silk sheets bunched beneath my thighs, the room bathed in a violet glow from the moon outside my window.
My fingers were laced together tightly in my lap, knuckles pale, nails digging into my palms. I hadn't realized I was trembling until I heard the faint click of my teeth clenching together.
Three months.
Three fucking months since I came back.
Since I clawed my way out of the void they shoved me into. Since fate spat me out and said, "Try again."
I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror.
Same face. Same full lips. Same dark eyes, except this time, they held something colder… something sharper.
Death had kissed me, and I came back bitter.
Alive.
Burning.
And what have I done?
What the hell have I accomplished?
I rose slowly to my feet, ignoring the slight ache in my lower back. I walked barefoot across the cold marble floor, the long sleeves of my silk robe dragging slightly behind me.
