At the Fitch's mansion.

Zoey peered through the narrow window, considering what to do next. She could leave if she wanted to, but something within her

resisted the idea of running away.

It was darkening outside. Fitch hadn't been hfor two days, and Zoey sensed something had gone wrong.

Her phone had been confiscated, cutting her off from the world.

She just sat by the window, resting her chin on her arms and breathing in the fresh air.

Then her stomach growled, as she had barely eaten the day she arrived and had thus struggled with an upset stomach.

Now, after enduring two days without food, she felt her insides were rebelling, and she had a futile retching that brought up

nothing.

Thankfully, the housekeeper wasn't completely cruel - she had given her a pitcher of water each day.

Those two pitchers had sustained her, though the dizzying hunger and the stabbing pain of her ailment were almost unbearable.

As she lay by the bed, sweat beaded her forehead, and her shoulders rose and fell gently.

After having endured so much, she thought she was beyond feeling downtrodden. Yet, her eyes grew hot with unshed tears.

A car engine rumbled outside. She couldn't see it from her vantage point, but the sound was unmistakable.

Taking a deep breath, she resettled herself on the bed's edge.

As Fitch entered and handled his coat to a servant, someone asked, "Mr. Haskins, when can we serve Zoey sfood?"

With Fitch absent for the past two days, the staff had been hesitant to make any decisions.

Fitch paused, suddenly remembering Zoey's presence.

He didn't want to deal with her family; the mere thought of that brought him a physical repulsion.

"Where is she?"

led him to a

he immediately saw

shut and Zoey's

red chili peppers sat on

"What's the matter, not

with her stomach in knots, Zoey saw

"How's Mia?" she asked.

sent Fitch striding forward in fury, his

sure you had no part in

met his gaze, and she read the situation from his

"No."

she felt his disdain to her as if

was on her chin, it felt as though her very throat

he kept eyes on her form

cigarette, and his presence felt

"Eat," he commanded.

a deliberate

plate of chili peppers, and with a surge of defiance, she got

the peppers into her

down her face as she choked on the

her stomach couldn't handle

mouth burned as she stuffed in a few bites,

"Ugh."

wasn't just the peppers but

unheeding of the sounds of retching

cigarette, he turned

he noted that

the door to leave, but a thud

the door

"Zoey?"

hurried back

bleeding from a collision, she remained unconscious and

felt his

her into

door burst open with a kick, and he carried her back

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