Chapter 21 Trapped

• “You look terrible,” Wren said, sliding into the seat across from me at lunch the next day. “No offense. But like, genuinely terrible. Did you sleep at all?”
• “Not really,” I admitted, pushing food around my tray without any intention of eating it.
• Every muscle in my body ached like I’d run a marathon, a dull, constant throb settling somewhere behind my ribs that hadn’t fully faded since I’d walked those three blocks from Damon’s house the night before. I’d spent half the night testing it, pacing my room, walking to the end of the driveway and back, trying to figure out exactly how much distance I could put between us before the pain became unbearable again.