14. Even Slaves Are Fed.

Anya's POV

I groaned as I opened my eyes; my head felt heavy, and I was struggling to see. I held the bedside table and used it to support my frame, and when I regained my balance, I walked to the bathroom.

I don’t know how I managed to sleep off with what happened last night. But right now, I felt like my body was going to fall apart any minute, and hunger was clawing at my insides.

I had missed dinner, and clearly, no one had cared enough to check in with me about it.

I was out of dresses and wore one of my more casual clothes that was straight out of my college wardrobe. When I had packed for a visit to Papa, my plan had been a two-day trip, and my dresses at home were the few I had gotten during the special balls that had been held at the pack.

I was going to have to find a solution to that.

My stomach grumbled as I finished putting on my clothes, and I took small steps to the door and stopped.

As hungry as I was, the last thing I wanted was to meet Andrei this early in my day. An