Lucia POV
For the first time in a long time I felt weak. My body wasn't use to using this much magic. My stomach growled so loud it echoed in the bare room. I had not eaten in a while. Now I couldn't leave this room at all, he had locked the door.
"Son of a bitch." I said through my teeth. I struggled to stand on my feet. My knees felt like a young foul who was just born. The hunger and the overuse of my magic was getting to me. I collapsed on the ground, I felt my eyes burning. A flood of tears overwhelmed my eyes, I couldn't hold them back any longer. I was tired...so tired of fighting without them. Living without them. I had no one here who cared for my well being. I could easily curl up in a corner like a deathly ill cat and die silently. I decided to try the door one more time even
