_Rowena’s POV_
The next day, he came back again.
He wore the same jacket, walked in the same unhurried way. But this time, he brought a proper cup of water and what appeared to be food wrapped in paper that he set on the floor near the door without ceremony.
I was sitting on the bedframe when he came in and I just sat there staring at him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, as if he cared.
“Who’s behind this?” I replied instead. I wasn’t here to beat around the bush.
He almost smiled but didn’t. “No small talk.”
“Who’s behind this?!” I raised my voice this time as I asked again.
He sighed and did the last thing I expected. He actually sat down on the floor with his back against the wall, which was an odd choice, and looked at me across the room with the same relaxed
