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Arrowhead

Natasha.

I glanced at the tray on the stool and sighed. I absolutely can't eat that and I don't want it to be here when dinner is brought.

I stood up as I thought about finding the kitchen here and returning it. I picked up the tray, but just as I was about to walk out, I changed my mind.

I stopped walking and I slowly turned around, staring at my bed as I remembered the prisoner I met yesterday.

Bastien.

I glanced at my bed, contemplating on if I should do what was on my mind or not. I could get in trouble if anyone finds out...