Chapter 101

Freya’s POV

There’s no utensil, so I dig in with my hands… dirty and unwashed, but there’s no option.

I eat as slowly as I can to savor the food and avoid a tummy ache, then sigh with pleasure when the food starts doing what I need it to do.

My tummy speaks to me again, concurring.

I wonder what Silas is eating right now.

His sudden intrusion into my train of thoughts makes me pause only for a moment before I resume eating.

Even while I hungrily wolf down my food, I can’t believe I’m worrying about someone that’s probably having a three course meal and gets to return back to his comfy bed when he’s tired.

Yet I can’t help it.

I wonder if he’s figured out I’m gone yet not knowing how long I’ve been in here. There are no windows.

I wonder if he’s looking for me…

I hope he is looking for me.

I hope he’s okay even if he isn’t. I hope he’s eating a three course meal and gets to go back to his comfy bed and sleep who