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Parker’s hand flew up. “Make sure it’s hers.”
Aimon threw Parker a look before turning back to Thomas. “How long have you all been keeping me drugged? What time is it?”
“Time doesn’t exist for you here, Sir.” Silence only lasted a few seconds before Parker continued. “The only thing you need to focus on is—”
“Yeah, yeah. Not going to happen. Hurry up and get out. I want you to go tell my grandfather he’s to release me and Fayette immediately.”
Thomas laid Aimon’s tray on his lap before wheeling the table closer to his side of the bed. When mine approached, I waved it away. Thomas just set it on the foot of the bed, returning to wait by the door.
Once again, Aimon’s focus turned to me. “You need to eat, Fay. Look at how sick you are. You’ve passed out twice now since you’ve been here.”
“I’m not eating anything.”
“You will.”
“I will not.”
“Parker.” His voice held a threat as he turned his gaze to the guard who was standing at my side. “My grandfather gave you a job to watch over her. George would have wanted her healthy. If she doesn’t eat within the hour, I want you to tell Charles. Since I can’t make her eat, he will. Even if that means you have to force the food down her throat. Then, we’ll be ready to leave.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Parker ignored me, keeping his eyes on Aimon. “I know my job, Sir. I’ll be back to check the trays in an hour. I’ll do what I must.”
“Unbelievable.” I rolled in Aimon’s direction, eying my new enemy. “You were supposed to be on my side. Captive to Captive. Traitor.”
“Traitor? I’m the victim here, Mistress Fayette.”
“Wrong. That would be me. You’re impossible, do you know that?” I sat up, reaching down and pulling the tray closer. “You want me to eat, fine, I’ll eat, but when I finish this, I hope you’re ready. I have a mother to get back to, and I’m in need of an heir.”
“Dream on and stuff your face. There will be no heir.”
Pulling the lid off the tray, I grabbed a roll, trying to ignore how my mouth watered at the smell of chicken. The potatoes and carrots were in separate dishes, and there was even a slice of strawberry cake on a saucer off to the side. The seasonings decorated the food so beautifully, I wasn’t sure where I wanted to begin.
“That’s a good girl.”
“Shut up, Aimon.” I tore through the roll with my teeth, but I didn’t say more. I ignored them all, staring ahead as Parker and Thomas left the room.
“Pretty good, huh?”
Still, I stayed quiet.
“I once tried paying Mrs. Emmy a fortune to leave this place and come work for me. She declined. Damn, I love her cooking. I was raised here, you know.”
I stole a glance. “I didn’t know. Where are your parents?”
“Dead. They died when I was thirteen. Plane crash in Sweden.”
My throat tightened, and my own grief soared to the forefront. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
Taking another bite, I couldn’t stop from glancing over at Aimon again. He was in a semi-sitting position and he was shirtless. Probably nude if I had to guess. He was good-looking with his dark hair and tanned skin. He had light eyes, almost the exact shade of green as his grandfather’s. The resemblance was remarkable despite the age difference. But where Charles was thin, Aimon was muscular and lean. He was a damn God, and it made me angry that I’d noticed.
“So, you do find me attractive.”
I snapped back to face the front. Everything in me didn’t want to be here. I missed my parents. I wanted to go home. Now, this? With…him? How could I even think about attraction when my heart ached so much? It was wrong. “I can look without thinking that.”
“But you were more than looking. You were ogling.”
