She didn’t hesitate. The first sip felt like heaven. Andrea didn’t think she had ever appreciated hot chocolate like she did at that moment. It tasted like the best thing ever and almost brought tears to her eyes. Then a wrapped plate with two sandwiches appeared in her line of vision, and she really did cry then. A tear rolled down her cheek as she swallowed hard.
“Thank you,” she managed to croak out after a long minute.
Silence met her gratitude. Andrea looked up and saw that Ulric had once again retreated to the far end of the room, which wasn’t very far, considering her cell barely measured three by three meters. He leaned against the wall, crossed his arms across his chest, and regarded her with an intense stare. It immediately made her uncomfortable.
Buying herself a few seconds
