Book 1: Chapter 12

We stay like this for a while until he says, "How about we get you something to eat? You haven't had anything solid in almost a week."

I pull away from our comfortable position and think about it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry." I agree. I don't actually feel hungry, but I don't want to make him upset with me, either. Not when things are starting to go so well.

“Alright, I'll make you a little snack. Then we can get the kitchen to bring something up for you.”

“Thank you. I'm just going to freshen up real quick, if that's okay?”

"Of course. The bathroom is through that door." He points to the back of the suite.

He helps me get out of his lap and I make my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and realize I'm a mess.

My face is visibly dirty and there is still some dried blood in my tangled hair. I look down and see my hands and arms are just as gross as my face. I sniff the shirt I'm wearing. I smell terrible. UGH! How embarrassing!

I wash up at the sink as quickly as I can. At t