Chloe POV
The blast-proof door slammed shut. The lock engaged with a heavy final click.
I didn't bother trying the handle again. Ken was already gone.
The hall stretched empty and cold. At the far end, blood-red curtains hung motionless.
I walked through.
Gideon sat in the armchair against the wall, one ankle crossed over his knee, dark shirt open at the throat. He looked like he had been sitting there long enough to grow impatient with the wait.
His eyes moved over me once, slow and thorough, and stopped.
"You've lost weight."
"I…..I…. Have…
"You stopped eating?" His voice stayed quiet, almost conversational.
"I can see it in your face. Your wrists. The way your clothes hang." He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
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