I spend the next few hours binge-watching all the shows I’ve missed since being taken from my home. It’s a small thing for Luca to do, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t appreciate the heck out of it. My eyes don’t move from the television except when I have to go to the bathroom to relieve myself, but apart from that, I’m glued to the thing.
There’s a knock on my door for some time, but I don’t notice until the door opens and I see someone from my peripheral vision walk in. I don’t bother turning around, but I have no choice when the lights in my room go on, blinding me for a few seconds. I hiss and block my eyes from the light like a hobbit in a cave.
“What are you still doing here?” Luca’s voice asks with a twinge of dissatisfaction.
I put my hand down and turn to him, blinking to ma
