Thirty minutes later, I was freshly cleaned and out of the shower, drying my hair. I had never thought a hot shower could feel as amazing as it did, but the moment I finally turned off the water and stepped from it, a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Yes, I had been through hell, but I couldn't allow my sorrow over losing Melissa to keep weighing on me. I cried for twenty minutes in the shower to the point I couldn't breathe, and wanted the world to destroy me. I was lost without her, and I hated myself for what I did, but I couldn't let it destroy me. I had to get better for her. I had to.

When a soft knock came at the door, I knew my time was up. Trixie had made a point letting me know she would be back as soon as I was done getting ready so she could take me down to dinner. Odin, my so-called grandfather, wanted us all to join him even though I had no interest.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed off from the bathroom countertop, putting a smile on my face as I made my way towards the bedroom door. This was a new place, and with it, I could be different. I would do what I needed to and in the end, I would become someone people could trust, someone they could look up to.

The moment I opened the door, Trixie's glowing green eyes met mine, and quickly she scanned them up and down my body. "What are you wearing?"

Or at least, that's what I hoped.

"Huh?" I glanced down at my black leggings and white oversized t-shirt. "Clothes?"

"Well, yeah, I see that." She scoffed, causing me to meet her gaze once more, crossing my arms over my chest with a frown.

"I literally got you all kinds of cute shit, and that's what you chose to present yourself to Odin and his table? Brave soul." Laughter escaped her, causing me to shrug.

wrong with my

they think. I'm not wearing some fancy dress, crown, and shit. That's not who I am, and if they don't

the door behind me. "Fair enough. I love this rebellious nature

her looping her arm through mine brought me once again back to Melissa, and with every ounce of energy I had left, f

were a contrast to the white marble

found more animalad, I

a

roaring fire.

dining table made of the same dark wood that lined the archways and upon it were

of food

pig,

Chickens to heaping piles of

eat dinner, don't they?" I muttered

I shook my head no with a smile. "I'm sure my siblings would love it if we did,

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