"Yes."
"What's left?"
Liora finally met his eyes. Hers were empty. Hollow. But burning underneath with something cold and terrible.
"Something that will do whatever it takes to survive. Whatever it takes to win." She turned back to her laptop. "Now get out. I have work to do."
For the first time since she'd arrived, Thessian looked uncertain. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. He left without a word.
Liora returned to her research, blood still drying on her skin, the scent of death still fresh in the air.
She felt nothing.
And that, more than anything, told her exactly how much she'd changed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Days blurred together.
Liora worked. Slept in short, restless bursts. Ate only when her hands shook too badly to type. The guards brought food and water and kept their distance, eyeing her with something that might have been fear.
Good.
