Chapter 34. Different Opinions

He crouches on the bed beside me, his arms taking refuge around my shoulders.

“I ordered food for us.” He says this, rubbing my shoulders.

I nod my head, short of words for what to say. I appreciate his efforts, his wise thoughts, and his care for me, but how long can we manage this way? Today, that witch ordered the housekeeper to starve us to death. What next? What bomb will she drop next? And when again will she strike, huh? Tomorrow, just before we can overcome what has been done today, The day after? Or maybe the next minute? Will we have a way out of her next action?

“I am sorry.” Liam whispers, lifting my chin so that I can face him, and I look at him. I let him see the weariness in my eyes and on my face. “Don't worry too much, okay? I am here. I will take care of you.” He assures me.

But as much as I would like to cloak this weariness with at least a fake smile to make him feel that I believe him, I cannot. Today, I cannot fake that his words made m