Lexa’s POV.
“Have you had anything to eat since today?” I asked her while she looked through her window. Ivy had refused to eat a thing or even drink anything liquid; the glass of water that Henshaw brought forth to her previously was still there, covered and untouched, the same as the food. I knew she got to eat it, but she’s been different and strange in this world, and I felt confused about what she was capable of.
“Why aren’t you responding?” She kept mute at what I said and maybe pretended no one was there standing and talking to her. That was a sign of disrespect, and I would never condone that, not in this place, not in Hilton.
“Are you mad or something?” I walked towards her and drew her by the ears.
“Ouch! You're hurting me, why aren’t you being as smart as I thought you we
