_Mira's POV_
The door opened again and Aaron walked in. He carried another tray of food. The scent of roasted meat and warm bread made my stomach twist in hunger. I hadn’t eaten in what felt like days, and the ache in my belly was unbearable.
Aaron placed the tray on the same rickety table as before. “Changed your mind about eating?” he asked, smirking. His voice was mocking, but I was too tired to argue.
I stared at the food. My hands trembled as I reached for the plate. I hated myself for giving in, but I needed strength. If I wanted any chance to escape, I couldn’t afford to be weak.
Aaron watched me with a smug expression as I took a bite. The food was warm and filling, but it felt like ash in my mouth. Still, I forced myself to eat, swallowing each bite with difficulty.
“You’re l
