Lexa’s POV.
I felt the connection between myself and the prisoner while she sat on the chair with her hand and eyes both tied. It was such a coincidence that fate had to bring us back this way and she maybe had no idea.
I walked to her while she sat in the part of my cave that I had as the dining room, not too fanciful but at least spacious.
“Are you enjoying your meal?” I asked trying to get her attention while she ate in fear.
“What is happening here? Why are you doing this to me and who are you?”
I saw the fear and tension in her eyes as her hands were shaking while she held the cup to have one more sip from a cup of water.
“You know, honestly speaking, I don’t know where to start up, it seems it would be harder for you to recall, but I do.”
“What do you mean here Lexa?”
