BREA POV
I knew I pissed him off, and the sudden quietness that enveloped me after his threat made me feel nauseous, but there was nothing to throw up. He'd been starving me for three days- it felt more like a week to me- and I was so drained, I could hardly move about.
I hated him, and if he wanted me to feed his ego after what he did to me then he had another thing coming. He'd left me all alone for what felt like forever, and the voice in my head had gotten quieter the longer the time stretched. I was sure it could see that I was right all along. Nicolai was not the hero but the villain. I stared at him and he raised the bottle he was holding up to my eye level.
The fire in his eyes as he opened the bottle of water made my gut clench. Was he going to let me drink or would he pour it
