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“You’re far more stubborn than I thought you’d be.”
“I’m wearing your dress. I ate your food. I’m here.” I lift my
eyes to look at him and he’s already staring straight at me.
I’m momentarily caught off guard by the power in his gaze.
“You did none of that for me,” he says quietly.
I nearly laugh out loud. “Why would I?”
His eyes are fighting his lips for the right to speak. I look
away.
“What are we doing in this room?”
“Ah.” He takes a deep breath. “Breakfast. Then I give you
your schedule.”
He presses a button on the arm of his chair and almost
instantly, carts and trays are wheeled into the room by men
and women who are clearly not soldiers. Their faces are
hard and cracked and too thin to be healthy.
It breaks my heart right in half.
“I usually eat alone,” Warner continues, his voice like an
icicle piercing the flesh of my memories. “But I figured you
and I should be more thoroughly acquainted. Especially
since we’ll be spending so much time together.”
The servants maids people-who-are-not-soldiers leave and
Warner offers me something on a dish.
“I’m not hungry.”
“This is not an option.”
I look up and realize he’s very, very serious.
“You are not allowed to starve yourself to death. You don’t
eat enough and I need you to be healthy. You are not
allowed to commit suicide. You are not allowed to harm
yourself. You are too valuable to me.”
“I am not your toy,” I nearly spit.
He drops his plate onto the rolling cart and I’m surprised it
doesn’t shatter into pieces. He clears his throat and I might
actually be scared. “This process would be so much easier if
you would just cooperate,” he says, enunciating every word.
Five Five Five Five Five heartbeats.