The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 485

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Citrine looked up at him curiously. "Aren't you going to eat?"

Sebastian glanced at the plate piled high with lamb skewers, reached over, and picked one up, bringing it to his mouth.

It suddenly struck him that Citrine never seemed to eat meat. When they'd ordered earlier, she hadn't asked for a single skewer, opting for only a few vegetarian dishes. Now, staring at the mountain of lamb he'd ordered, Sebastian realized she'd made similar choices every time they'd eaten together-always leaning toward plant-based foods.

He studied her, puzzled. "You... don't eat meat?"

"No, I don't." Citrine put down the vegetable skewer in her hand, pausing for a moment before meeting Sebastian's gaze.

"Why not?" he asked. He'd never seen anyone stick so strictly to vegetables at a barbecue joint before.

Citrine looked right at him. Suddenly, her stomach twisted, and memories, long buried, surged to the surface.

Those years on Mirage Cay-she'd managed to win the island boss's respect with her skill and intelligence, but in exchange, she was constantly roped into helping him with his schemes. At first, it was just games and programming, but it didn't take long for the work to turn darker. They wanted her to build gambling sites, and later, even to help manufacture drugs.

so the boss

room.

grim cell watched over by brutal guards whose job was to break the will of the stubborn. No

the brink, she wouldn't

was too valuable to lose-brilliant, irreplaceable, and with medical skills that made her indispensable. The boss, afraid she might die, finally ordered her tormentors to back

the time, that she'd survived the worst. She had no idea what true horror awaited

hadn't worked, so the

understood what was so frightening about that place. Once inside; she realized everyonez there was a test subject. No one knew what had been injected into them. By day,

only one still fully human. Every

others turned savage, attacking anything that moved. She had to stay on constant guard just

locked up with them and nothing to eat, the others started tearing into

off each other's arms or legs, blood everywhere, the sickening stench

their gruesome trophies with giddy

torn off seemed not to