Sierra pov.
I look up and meet William's eyes, wondering if he was addressing me or someone else. I divert my attention back to the food on the floor and begin to eat. Whether or not he was observing me didn't matter to me.
Suddenly, I feel myself being lifted off the ground, and as I put the last morsel of food in my mouth, I quickly cover it with my hand and look up at him.
"What the heck are you doing?" he demands, but I remain silent, gazing at him. "Why would you eat from the floor?" he yells, yet I say nothing.
He releases me, and I stand there, attempting to calm my irritation at him for ruining my meal.
"Why?" he asks, and I look at him, trying to discern his meaning. "Why do you have to be this way, mate?"
I approach him cautiously, my eyes fixed on him. Was he actually call
