Chapter 45

(Emily's POV)

I thought Alya was a bad maid, but that was before I had her as a nurse. She plumped the pillow beneath my head like she was beating a lump of dough and pulled a piece of my hair in the mix.

With a resentful glance, I shied away from her. "Thank you, but my pillow is fine."

She raised a brow before sliding a mischievous look away to mess with the tray of food at my bedside.

"I'm not hungry," I said.

She ignored me and made a show of adding sugar to my tea.

As if I'd ever drink that tea again.

I'd stayed in bed for two days, and with each second that passed, I grew sicker of it. The only thing that kept me here was the knowledge someone in this house hated me so much they'd poisoned me. And then, my thoughts chanted I was an awful person.

My mind was a terrible place.

Yesterday, Louis, the doctor, deemed me as good as new. Dimitri, however, hadn't shown his face since he carried me to my room and stripped me naked. I didn't know what I expected. Certainly not an apology