She approached him slowly and stood at a distance, silently hoping he wouldn't mention the medicine case.
"Now tell me, Annabelle, how many times have you eaten since you started living with me?"
"Point of correction," she said, ruffling her dark wavy hair, "I didn't start living with you; you abducted me."
"What's the difference, Annabelle? I abducted you, and now you're living with me. Answer my question. When I sent you to the pack house, how many times did you eat?"
She remained silent, struggling to recall if she had eaten. Her heart sank when she couldn't remember eating anything except for pizzas.
"You didn't eat, right?"
"Why do you care?"
"Annabelle, answer my questions instead of asking me questions." His cold gaze warned her that he could harm her if she didn't comply. "Besides, you know I care."
"No, you don't!"
"Do you think I would be here with you if I didn't care? Your senses are–"
