Zirah POV
It’s daylight by the time he returns. The sun filters in through the windows, its warm light casting a golden hue on the bedroom. The light is gentle but intense, and it makes my body sting as it touches the cuts lacing my skin. My arms ache furiously, my shoulders feel dislocated and I lost the feeling in my hands hours ago. I squint my eyes at the brightness of the room as it illuminates the back of my eyelids. Blood is caked to my legs and backside. I don’t bother lifting my head when I hear the door open, and Zeke stumbles back into the room.
He reeks of alcohol and mutters to himself when he stubs his toe on the corner of the chaise. He curses before kicking it and breaking the wooden leg off. This causes me to wince when a splintered piece flakes off and hits my thigh. He
