Chapter Twenty Two
Anya Pov.
Snuggling deeper into the bed, I once again refused to eat any of the meals sent to me by the servants and none of their words worked to move me from where I laid.
If Cade doesn't let me go, I will starve to death right here and right now. My stomach rumbled in protest but I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in a bid to escape it all.
If I couldn't escape in reality, then I might as well escape through my imagination, where I couldn't be caught at all and locked up against my will.
The very thought drew me out of my imaginary world and I growled low in my throat, a cough turning me into a shaking whimpering mess as my sore throat began to burn.
Oh Anya, how foolish are you!
I balled my fists and glanced around only to find the room now empty, save for the fo
