THE GLASS SLIPPER SHATTERS.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. The smell of medication wafts in my nose as Lucien forces the medicated syrup into my mouth. "Swallow." He orders, his eyes pinning me with a commanding glare. I obey him, swallowing the horrid liquid as my face scrunches up in disgust. "Ugh, that thing should be a crime." I groan as the aftertaste lingers in my mouth. Quickly grabbing some water, I wash the taste out of my mouth, gulping heavily. Lucien smiles at me in amusement as he twists the cap of the bottle, screwing it shut. "You're acting like a child." He says, smiling, as he cleans off a little of the syrup from the side of my mouth with a towel. "Oh, please, anyone would react that way to that thing," I said, as I pinned the bottle with a death glare. Ever since I'd walked out of that doctor's office, Lucien has been nothing short of insufferable. He'd fix my meals, force me to drink enough water, even when I'd tell him I'm full. He was like a sergeant with my medication, too. Always ensuring that