Alessia:
The next time the door was knocked, I wasn’t even surprised. I had already caught his scent.
Only this time, the plate that the maids brought in for me was half empty.
Not because I wanted to eat.
But because nausea and hunger fought each other until I gave in just to quiet them both.
The door opened without a knock.
Of course.
He stepped in like it was his room, not mine. And maybe it was. Everything here belonged to him. Even… me, apparently.
His eyes landed on the tray.
“You finally decided to eat,” he said.
I stabbed a piece of fruit with more force than necessary. “And you really should learn to knock on the door. Given the fact that I don’t have other options to do but sit in this room all day.”
His brow lifted. “You always have options. You just tend to choose t
