ThenI’ll find out who did this to her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Anissa
I drift off to sleep,and this time, I don't dream. Thank god.
If I have to relive that night one more fucking time…
I wake to hear Matvei on the phone. I don't know what he's talking about, but I can tell he's asking questions, and he keeps saying things like, "Okay, that's good to know. Perfect. Yeah, of course I can do that. Thank you."
When he comes to me a few minutes later, he's holding a tray in his hands.
"What is this?"
I sit up in bed, the pain still there but not as excruciating as before. The medication Polina gave me helped, and so did the heating pad.
"These are the foods you need right now," he says, his brows knit in consternation.
Why is this so adorable? He's never done anything that actually made me think,that's adorable, but this?
"This is a bowl of berries with antioxidants, and there are walnuts and eggs. And some beef sausage." He looks up at me, serious and stern. "There's, like, iron and stuff."
"Did you make this for me?"
"Of course I did. Why do you look so surprised?"
"Because you're the same man who caged me," I say, tilting my head to the side. I wink.
"And I'll cage you still if you don't eat your fucking breakfast," he says.
Aww. On brand for being an asshole.
"There's spinach in the eggs. You need your leafy greens. And this is sourdough bread, toasted with butter. It's for digestion."
"Oh my god, you sound like some kind of fitness influencer."
"A what?"
I shake my head and smile. "Never mind. This looks delicious. Thank you."
"How's your pain level right now?"
"Tolerable."
"Scale of one to ten?" he snaps sternly.
I shrug. "I mean, like… six, seven."
"Holy shit! A six? Are you serious right now?"
He sets the food down and picks up his phone, checking something. "You can't have any more meds for another couple of hours…"
"I can deal with a six. I'm starving. Just let me eat. Maybe it'll bring it down or something."
Eating is not gonna bring my pain level down, but he's freaking out.
My appetite is ravenous. I eat one bite after the other, and I smile at him over a mouthful of food.
