As she exited the bathroom, she collided with a solid wall of muscle. Covering her face, she looked up. She didn't need to guess who it was.
"Did I say you could leave?" Alexander's grip on her wrist was firm, almost painfully so. Her eyes turned red, tears threatening to spill.
"Let go of me! I want to go back." She tried to free her wrist, but his grasp was unrelenting. After a few futile attempts, she stopped struggling.
"Given up already?" Alexander raised an eyebrow when she stilled.
"Would it make a difference if I didn't?" Her voice was small, her head bowed.
"What are you doing?" she asked sharply as he scooped her into his arms.
"Taking you to eat."
"I'm not hungry," she replied stubbornly, though her stomach growled loudly, betraying her.
"Then you've got energy for other
