Chapter 17
- LUXURIA.
- I can't tell how long I've been here. Days have blended into a haze of cold, damp darkness. My body trembles from the chill seeping through the stone walls, but it's the severe hunger that's worse.
- They only bring food in long, excruciating intervals—once every day, if that. My stomach growls in protest, but the fear that clutches at me is louder.