Chapter 28
KALLIE
Kallie stared at the ceiling. She was back in the infirmary, but this time, she was strapped to a bed with no desire to escape.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
She didn't know how many days had come and gone.
She barely listened to those who visited her. Some would talk over her, above her, beside her. They spoke to her, about her, and for her.
And Kallie remained silent through it all.
Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever be moved to speak. She wondered if she even could speak. She did not try to find out.
In truth, Kallie couldn't muster the energy to care.
She was no more than a corpse at this point.
It was worse than when she had been in and out of sleep while she was dragged across the kingdoms. It was worse than when she had sailed across the sea, her stomach turning and the heartache of what she had done pressing heavily on her heart.
Because in those moments of fleeting consciousness, Kallie at least cared. She at least felt something , whether that was guilt or rage or hurt or nausea.
But as Kallie lay there in a foreign castle, she felt nothing.
Absolutely nothing at all.