It’s much more than I could ever eat, but I don’t complain as I thank the woman. I nibble on the bread and taste the soup, which has a sweet flavoring to it, and I’m just starting on my eggs when Ethan walks in.
He’s dressed in one of his navy suits, looking just as gorgeous as always, but I make myself look at my plate.
“Yes. Make sure they hear my exact words. If you have any more problems, call me,” Ethan says into his phone. I try not to pay attention, to feign disinterest, but it’s not the easiest thing. Everything about Ethan commands your attention- his voice, his looks, his presence.
I take a bite of my eggs and the nausea from last night rolls in again. Ever since he brought me here, I’ve been feeling sick. I guess being locked up doesn’t agree with me.
“Fiona.”
A shiver
