CEDRIC
The sound of a metallic clang made me open my eyes, her scent washing over me like a cool breeze in a hot desert. I looked up to find Anastasia standing outside, not bothering to look at me. She had thrown in a plate of food for me, but she didn't seem like she was planning to release me any time soon.
"Hey," I said softly, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.
"I'm not gonna release you, Cedric," she stated, as if reading my mind.
"Okay."
She met my gaze, clearly confused. "Okay?"
"Yes." I nodded. "If you decided not to, you must have a--"
"Cut the s**t, alright?" she yelled, glaring at me. "Stop trying to act all compliant and nice to me. Nothing is going to make me like you, you understand? And you know why? Because it's not my place to like you, or--or forgive you! You
