Chapter 93. I Knew Her

I don’t get to the bed before the noise of the elevator whooshing open sways this way, and I stiffen instantly, expecting Deacon to come back and grace me with his toxic personality. I mentally try to figure out the likelihood of being able to kick him between the legs for the sake of it. I climb on the bed, turn around and sit with my legs dangling off the edge in readiness to give him more attitude and lure him inside to my perfect level of height. I hear footsteps and the squeaking of wheels rolling across the hard floor, coming my way.

It’s not Deacon. It’s the doc and a female in a white lab coat. I frown as he appears in front of the glass door, pulling the food cart and carrying a bag in his other hand, while she pushes another behind him. He waves at me before accessing the door and slides it open with a smile.

“My dear, we never fed you, and I couldn’t let you go hungry down here in this bleak nightmare of a place. I brought you some clothes. They’re nothing fan