Anna woke to the sound of a loud, heavy kick on her door, jolting her out of a fitful sleep. Her eyes darted to the window, where the darkness outside signaled that the entire day had slipped by. She felt drained, her body weak and unwilling to move.
Another kick rattled the door, and then it flung open, revealing Alexander. His face was stormy with anger, his sharp gaze cutting through the dim light of the room. He stepped inside, his powerful presence making the space feel smaller.
"Why didn't you eat today?" he demanded, his voice hard with frustration. "Are you playing with your health? Do you have any idea how weak your body already is?"
Anna stayed seated on the bed, her legs curled beneath her. She avoided his eyes, her expression distant.
"I wasn't hungry," she said flatly. Her tone lacked its usual warmth, and it unsettled him.
