Alexander walks into Gemma’s room with a tray carrying some fruit and water. She glares at him, but can’t do anything for the moment.
“Are you going to dump my body as you did with the others?!” It slips out before she can stop herself, but his reaction surprises her when he looks hurt.
“I would never!” He turns around to leave, then turns back to look at her.
“Eat. You need to regain your strength. You are too pale and haven’t taken proper care of yourself since that oaf died.” She wishes she could scratch his eyes out, but he is out of her room before she can say another word.
Unable to trust the food or water he brought; she just looks out of the window. If she wasn’t a captive, she might have enjoyed the view. She can see the ocean from her window…
Where in the world could they be
