Chapter 11

Mia's POV

A few nights later, I found myself cross-legged and locked in my room. There was no lock on the door but they might as well have been because I couldn't leave the room, food was brought to me at intervals in the morning afternoon, and then in the evening by a plump lady who always had a perpetual scowl on her face.

Like I was the cause of her life problems.

At some point, I began to seriously wonder if there was somebody that was always making her angry every damn time or if that was just how she appeared no matter how she was feeling at the moment, though I'm sure that I made her angry with the way I always suspiciously eyed any food that she bought for me.

A little voice in the back of my mind was always telling me that there was a chance that the food was poisoned, but then I consider that if this man really wanted me dead, he wouldn't go through the roundabout way of poisoning my food and so I would eat it.

Someone like him doesn’t seem like the kind to take someone’s li