~ Ophelia’s POV ~
The IV thing was finally over. They pulled the needle out of my arm, and I rubbed the spot.
It hurt, but not too bad.
Ryker was in the corner the whole time. He has stopped speaking and just continued to stare.
Great, I guess his pity act was now over now that he got what he wanted. How stupid of me to get so used to him.
When the doctors packed their things, I looked at him glaring angrily.
“You need to cool off.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“You’ve been here too long,” he said. He pointed to his men. “Take her anywhere she wants.”
I sat up. “Anywhere?”
“Yes. But two guards have to go with you.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “Because God forbid I buy a snack alone.”
He didn’t even blink.
I rolled myself hoping for a little bit of care from him like he'd do
