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?"

him to a closed

immediately saw her sitting on the

door clicked shut and Zoey's

plate of fiery red chili

his tie, he sneered, "What's the matter, not

her stomach in

"How's Mia?" she asked.

of Mia sent Fitch striding forward in

are you sure you had no

defiance was clear as she met his gaze, and

"No."

on her chin briefly cleared her head; she felt

it felt as though her very throat was

eyes on her form before he

and

"Eat," he commanded.

was a deliberate

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

the peppers into her

her face as she choked on

days without food, her stomach couldn't handle the

she stuffed in a few bites, then she clutched her mouth,

"Ugh."

expelled wasn't just the peppers but

by the window, unheeding of the sounds of retching

finishing half the cigarette, he turned

table, he noted that only half

he opened the door to leave,

frowned, closing the door

"Zoey?"

he hurried

bleeding

his pupils contract

scooped her into his arms,

back to the sofa in

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