Zevran.
God, I hate Caelum.
I sincerely absolutely hate him for tricking me and for keeping me locked up in here simply because he was too selfish to see me hurt or sick.
I wanted to hate him with every fiber of my being. I wanted to make sure I was mad enough to destroy his face the next time I saw him, but thinking about it… about the pain I'd seen in his eyes before I blacked out, I couldn't.
Why?
Because it was obvious that he didn't want to do this to me. It was obvious that he only cared about my wellbeing. And it was very very obvious that he would rather I hate him than watch my health get worse than it already is by going out there.
I sat up on my bed, my vision slightly blurry as I glanced around me. From what I could make out, it was probably mid-day, and from the ugly sweater on my body, I knew at once that my brothers were not so far away.
