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“You can only have it after you finish your food,” I say, my tone calm but iron-clad.
Her jaw tightens, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
I lean back slightly, watching her.
She exhales sharply, picks up her fork, and starts to eat—each bite filled with quiet fury.
But she eats.
Good girl.
Just then, her phone starts to ring.
She freezes, staring down at the screen—an unknown number.
I tilt my head. “Pick it up,” I say smoothly, nodding toward the device. “Speaker.”
I already know who it is. I made the arrangement last night.
Her brows knit in confusion, but she obeys, her fingers trembling slightly as she answers and presses speaker.
“Jennie?”
Her breath catches. “Logan?”
“It’s me.” His voice is rough, but alive. “I’m okay. They let me go. I’m safe now, I swear.”
I watch her face shift—shock, then disbelief, then something fragile and raw. Relief floods her, breaking like sunlight across her expression. She presses a hand to her mouth.
“Oh my God, Logan…” she breathes.
“I don’t know how—” he starts, but she cuts him off, voice shaking.
“Don’t say anything. Just…just stay safe. Please.”
“I will,” he promises, and then the line clicks dead.
She stares at the phone for a moment, unmoving. I see the truth sink in: Her brother is free.
And I’m the reason why. I hope she remembers this the next time she tries to pull some shit like she did last night.
“Finish your food,” I say as I continue mine.
She tilts her chin stubbornly. “I’m done.”
“No,” I say firmly. “Eat.”
“I want to leave,” she snaps, voice trembling but laced with defiance.
I lean in, slowly, until my mouth brushes her ear.
“Keep this up,” I murmur, “and I’ll feed you myself. On my lap. Like the little pet you are now.”
Her body stills. Her breath hitches. I laugh softly, watching her eyes fly wide in alarm.
God, she’s beautiful when she’s trying not to fall apart.
Without a word, she picks up her fork and begins to eat—one reluctant bite at a time. I’ve noticed she doesn’t eat a lot, andit’s my duty to remedy that. I have plenty of food, and she’s going to eat without worrying where the next meal will come from.
