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?"

servant led him

immediately saw

clicked shut and

plate of fiery red chili peppers sat on

his tie, he sneered, "What's

with her stomach in knots,

"How's Mia?" she asked.

Mia sent Fitch striding forward in fury, his fingers clamping on

are you sure you

was clear as she met his gaze, and she read

"No."

her chin briefly cleared her head; she felt his disdain to her as if she

his hand was on her chin, it felt as though her very

kept eyes on her form before he moved to the

lighted a cigarette, and

"Eat," he commanded.

a

at the plate of chili peppers, and with a surge of defiance, she got up, approached the table, and without

the peppers into her

face as she choked

days without food, her stomach

mouth burned as she stuffed in a few bites, then

"Ugh."

expelled wasn't just the peppers but

by the window, unheeding of the sounds

finishing half the cigarette, he turned to

noted that only half the

leave, but

frowned, closing the

"Zoey?"

hurried back to

her forehead bleeding from a collision, she

felt his pupils

into

her back to the sofa in the main

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