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Is this his way of trying to lure me into submission? A freaking picnic in this godforsaken cell?

It seems like he notices the snarky look on my face, and he moves his arm to partially hide the basket behind his body as if to tell me, Not so fast, little Riley. You’ll have to earn this.

“How are you feeling?” he asks now, adding ridicule to this whole scene.

“How do you think?” I snarl back at him.

He raises an eyebrow at me and shrugs, visibly amused. “Guessing you’re hungry.”

“Well, I’m not,” I lie, forcing myself to ignore the damn basket in his hand—and the sweet promises it holds. “So, if you thought you could just shove some food in my face and I’d be ready to comply, you’re wrong.”

Cain just huffs at my little attempt of showing strength, shaking his head as he walks closer to the bed. I don’t move an inch when he sits down right next to me, despite his close proximity. I’m torn between the urge to caress the soft-looking material of his sweater, following the outline of the hard muscles underneath, and the urge to yell and spit at him for doing this to me.

I’m pretty sure he would enjoy either one of these options in his own fucked up way, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of either.

“We have to talk,” I say instead, pinning him down with a focused gaze.

“Okay,” he responds—and I love the fact that he looks slightly surprised.

He didn’t see this coming. He thought I’d be desperate and too starved to think straight at this point. Well, he thought wrong.

And he’s not going to like what’s coming.

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