Ashleigh spit the food in his face.
Granger growled, wiping his chin with a napkin.
“That’s not very attractive, you know?” Granger commented.
“Go to hell!” she growled.
Granger sighed.
“Ashleigh, I have been very patient with these outbursts. I have tried reasoning with you, supporting you, giving you the things that you like.”
Granger stood and walked over to the bundle of wildflowers.
“I handpicked these just for you,” he said. “Still, not even a thank you.”
“Go. To. Hell!” she growled again.
Granger clenched his jaw.
Ashleigh had no idea how much time had passed. She knew it was afternoon when she had chased Alice into the trees. But when she woke again, she was already in this room and bound to the bed.
He moved her from the bed to a chair and back. At first, she thought it was an opportunity to escape, but there was silver in her bindings. Making it difficult for her to move; whenever she did struggle, she found her strength was slowly drawn out of her.
