I didn't eat the food I cooked last night; it all ended up in the trash.

Hunger and pain intertwined, eventually causing me to collapse in bed. Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door.

I stumbled from the bed, walked to the door, and opened it slightly. When I saw who was outside, my sleepiness vanished instantly.

The man's brows were frosted over, his expression as blank as ever.

I instinctively pulled the door closed, the sound of steel colliding keeping us apart.

I quickly returned to my room, threw on a coat, and changed into pants.

When I opened the door again, Charles's gaze fell on my...