𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
I walked over to my desk with a frown on my face. "Maybe she's not hungry."
"That's not it," Vanessa said. "I took her breakfast this morning, and when I left, she was sitting at the table. When I went back with clothing, she was still sitting there."
I shrugged. "And?"
"And?" She stomped closer. "Anthony, that girl has to be hungry. It's been days since we found her, and she's been off the IV since yesterday. She has to be hungry by now."
I pretended to busy myself with shit on my desk. "Tell her to eat."
"I did. Ant, you need to speak to her. Go tell her to eat."
I looked up at her, worry written on my sister's face. "Why should I go speak to her?"
She placed her hands on my desk and leaned forward. "Because you're her master."
Within a nanosecond, all the oxygen was sucked out of the room.
Vanessa kept her disapproving glare on me. "You and I both know what's going on here, Ant."
