Katherine’s POV
Rowan didn’t speak at first, he just stood there like he was trying to figure out what condition I was in. His eyes moved down to my arm and then to the floor. There was no point hiding anything in this place, so I just stared right back at him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He lifted a small box and pushed it through the bars. “Food,” he said, “your favorite, or close enough. I asked around.”
I looked at the box and the smell hit me. It was something I used to love. My stomach turned because I was starving but my pride stood in the way. I pushed it back a little.
“No,” I said. “Stephen wants me to suffer and I’ll survive it. I won’t take his kindness and pretend everything is fine.”
Rowan sighed, leaning slightly on the bars. “Stephen is unreasonable. You don’t
