one hundred and sixty eight

Jenny’s POV

I sank into the warm embrace of the bathtub, the soothing bubbles enveloping me like a comforting hug. The events of the past few days had left me drained, both physically and emotionally. Elijah's words echoed in my mind, a reminder of the dangers that lurked outside these walls, dangers that seemed to be embodied by his mother.

As the warm water caressed my skin, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Elijah's warning to never venture out without guards rang in my ears, a stark reminder of the threat that loomed over me. The realization that I was now confined to Elijah's room, a gilded cage of protection, only served to highlight the gravity of the situation.

Thoughts swirled in my mind, a whirlwind of uncertainty and fear. Was this to be my life now, constantly looking over my shoulder, living in the shadow of potential danger? The weight of the unknown pressed down on me, a heavy burden that seemed to grow with each passi