I had no idea if I fell asleep again but when I came through a few moments later, I found Zayne staring at me.
The look in his eyes was obsessive and possessive and bordeline insane. Why was he staring at me like that?
Like I was a piece of meat he wanted to tear apart. And why the hell did I find it ridiculously hot?
I scrambled away from the edge of the bed, my heart beating against my chest.
I needed to move away, not because I was scared of him but because I was scared he would realize what I was thinking.
“I still don't know why I'm here…aren't you going to feed me at least?” I asked, trying to keep my voice soft.
I remembered what he said earlier about being rude, even though I wasn't, and I had a feeling it was the reason he strangled me earlier too.
I rubbed at my neck uncon
