Annalise
"Drink." Cassius said softly, handing me a glass of clear liquid.
"What is it?" I asked, scrunching my nose up.
Cassius rolled his eyes and placed the glass in front of me. He has been especially nice since bringing me here. If I hadn't known he wanted me to suffer and die because of my mother's decision, I wouldn't have thought he was a bad guy. He tended to my wounds the day after we arrived here, and even gave me a clean set of clothes. He provided meals, though not the most appetizing, still edible. I was still feeling weak, my broken bones taking infinitely longer to heal than I had hoped. Its been a week since everything happened, a full week. I don't know why I had hoped that someone would have saved me by now. Perhaps I have read too many fairy tales in my lifetime.
