“I have three days,” he smirks.
“To do what?”
“Return you.”
“Or what?”
“He’ll burn my whole world to the ground.”
Silence settles between us. I don’t have anything to say to him. He continues to stare at me, eyes holding my own and I don’t want to break it, I don’t, but the look seers me to the soul, it has my brain scrambling and my body trying to keep up.
I drop my eyes. He laughs.
Asshole.
“I don’t take threats all that lightly, little bird.”
“Aw,” I snap, “Did someone hurt your feelings?”
“There it is,” he grins so suddenly it catches me off guard but is gone in a second.
“Fuck you, Alexander Silver.”
“Maybe if you’re lucky.”
He unfolds his body, “Seeing as I only have you for three more days little bird, it’s time to start planning.”
“You’re going to let me go?” I feel idiotic to allow so much hope into my voice but it’s there, a lilt in my tone that wasn’t there moments ago.
“Oh no, little bird. I’m sending my own message.”
I watch him cross the room and stop in the door, his massive body filling the frame. He tilts his head, looking at me from over his shoulder, “Someone will be up shortly with food and then I’ll allow a shower. Don’t bite their fingers off.”
“How chivalrous of you.”
He leaves then, with the echo of his soft laughter bouncing down the hall.
Sure enough, a woman enters the room carrying a bowl of soup and bread. The smell of tomato and basil hits my nose and I practically drool, salivating at the thought of food.
“Can you release my hands so I can sit?” I ask the woman.
She looks about forty but not hard like the others, she doesn’t respond to me, instead she takes the spoon and dips it into the red liquid.
“How am I supposed to eat if I’m led down?”
Again no answer. She pushes the tip of the spoon against my lip and begins to pour it into my mouth.
With a huff I open and hot soup hits my tongue. I groan as the taste bursts against my tastebuds, sliding down my parched throat far too effortlessly.
It goes down easily and quickly and when the woman breaks off a bit of bread to feed me, I shake my head, turning slightly so she can’t force it.
“I’ve had enough, thank you.”
She nods once and grabs the bottle of water and straw, holding it to my mouth.
I take it gratefully this time, sucking down half the bottle before she pulls it away and quirks a brow.
I shrug, as best I can in the current position and then she pushes it back to my mouth, allowing me to finish it off. It’s ice cold and refreshing, quenching the thirst instantly.