Tessa's POV:
I heard footsteps just before the door creaked open.
It was him again, the kind one.
A gash split his bottom lip from the earlier fight. Blood had dried along the corner of his mouth. His gaze dropped to the two untouched food trays before flicking to my face. I couldn’t tell what emotion lurked behind those dark eyes. Disappointment? Frustration? Guilt?
If he was angry I hadn’t touched the food, he didn’t show it.
He took a step toward me.
I shrank back, my spine hitting the cold, damp wall of the room. My heart thudded against my ribs, loud enough I thought he could hear it.
“Don’t come near me,” I warned. My voice was raw, barely more than a rasp.
He paused, hands rising slowly like I was a startled animal. “I won’t hurt you.”
I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t.
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