Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 389

Mila had been forced to sit out in the garden until nightfall. By the time the air turned chilly and she was so numb she could barely feel her legs, a maid finally came to lead her back to her room.

Dinner, of course, was out of the question.

...

The wolf was still there.

She watched as the animal-wolf in name, but acting more like a dog-gorged itself on food, then let out a long, rank belch in her direction. Mila's eyes practically gleamed green, though whether from hunger or pure irritation, she

couldn't say.

She was hungry enough to eat the wolf.

That night, after confirming the wolf wasn't about to attack her—at least for the moment-Mila decided to get what sleep she could, even with a wolf in the room. Skipping sleep on an empty stomach would only make things worse.

Sure, she'd told the kidnapper earlier that she wouldn't run or try to fight back, but if a chance came along, she wasn't about to let it slip by.

The couch was impossible to sleep on, so she crawled between the bed curtains, determined to shut out the sight of the wolf and pretend it didn't exist. But the wolf clearly disliked being ignored. The moment she settled in, its head poked through the curtains, golden eyes glinting in the dark, intent on her.

They locked eyes for two tense seconds. Then Mila lay back, closed her eyes, and pretended not to notice.

Stare all you want, she thought. I need to sleep.

After a day spent with her kidnapper in the garden, being punished by sitting until night with no dinner, she was physically and mentally exhausted. If the wolf wanted to eat her while she slept, so be it.

At this point, she could only chalk it up to fate.

But in the middle of the night, hunger woke her. Her stomach growled so loudly it was impossible to sleep.

She craved food.

Her eyes, shining with green desperation, drifted to the wolf, which had dozed off with its head resting over the side of the bed, snoring softly.

meat-would it

...

her own strength-she was realistic. Still, the hunger was

been chased by a wolf, cooped up with a kidnapper, and forced to share a room with a predator who might decide to snack on her at any moment. Her nerves were shot; the few scraps of

was dizzy with

This couldn't go on.

in bed, immediately drawing

paws on the mattress, baring its teeth and growling low in its

with the creature to

understand her, she resorted to gestures-first miming a big plate piled high with meat,

It was a gamble.

in the darkness. There was a long, tense pause. Suddenly, the wolf lunged

she thought.

shut her eyes and

of fangs, she felt teeth tugging at the hem of her nightgown. The wolf gave a determined yank, dragging her toward

Mila: "..."

a loss for words. So, the wolf

could work with

the wolf-both eyes agleam with hunger-slipped out of the room and

the way; Mila followed

layout better than she did. If it was off to raid the kitchen, she was more than happy to tag

made Mila's mouth water; she

into the grand hall on the first floor. The faint glow of a nightlight lit one corner, but otherwise, the place was deserted. It was the first time Mila had seen the main hall-lavishly

of black roses scattered throughout, every arrangement contributing to an atmosphere both

this castle, Mila thought, really had a thing for black

on it-the wolf was circling in front of a set of heavy doors, glancing

had to

the door, and found it locked. Seriously? Who locks their own

key, but

the