Midnight Disaster

She Shouldn't Have Been Hungry

Ariel should have been satisfied.

She should have been exhausted, asleep, and too sore to think about anything else.

And yet—

Her stomach growled.

Loudly.

Ariel scowled at the ceiling, dragging a pillow over her face like it could smother both her hunger and her irritation.

It was midnight.

And she was furious.

Furious at Luciel. Furious at herself. Furious that after everything, she was still here, still trapped in this hell, and now—

Now, she was starving.

Ariel's stomach twisted in hunger, but it wasn't the hunger that infuriated her.

It was him.

Luciel.

The devil himself.

The man who had burned her kingdom, destroyed her pride, ruined her body, and left her lying in a bed that still smelled like him.

Ariel scowled into the darkness of her room, her nails digging into the sheets.