Aleera
The next morning, I woke up freezing. Darius walks into the room and tosses some clothes in my direction without looking at me.
“Get dressed and get to class,” he snaps.
I look at the clothes on the bed and scramble for them, snatching and chucking them on. Anything for the extra warmth they would provide. I am just thankful he won’t make me go to class in my bra and undies. Darius stands in the doorway, watching as I change.
He growls when I take too long. I look down at my feet, which are still bare. Great, back to no shoes again. At least I have pants and a blouse. Gotta look on the bright side.
“You try to run, you try to speak to anyone; I will retake your voice,” he says before waving his hand and giving me my voice back.
Warmth tickles my throat, and I go to expla
