SERINE'S POV
With a new hope to cling to, Serine was finally able to sleep and woke feeling fairly refreshed. It had been a day, maybe two, since her talk with Rowan. Time had become a fluid thing for her and she didn't see much point in paying attention to it for the most part. Sunset was the only time that mattered anymore. That was when Isaiah made his visits.
Serine turned to look out the window and saw she still had another hour at least. She sighed, eyes focusing on her bedside table and the fresh, beautiful red roses waiting there. She sat up in bed, hating the fact that someone had been in the room while she was asleep, and she stood.
She dressed slowly and wandered out to the living area. Sitting in the corner near the kitchenette was a massive, stuffed teddy bear. Serine stared at it. Her eyes drifted down to the heart on its chest and read her own name stitched there.