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Chapter 50: Love doesn't make monsters

*Tilly POV*

“You really should eat something. Consider it your last meal.” Ian says, an amused smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and a glint of cockiness in his eyes. He is unmistakably an asshole. Clearly a trait he got from my mom’s sperm donor. Or rather, a forced sperm donor.

“I’m not hungry,” I grit out now for what feels like the tenth time. He sits across from me in a throne chair. The high walnut back twists into an intricate design of wolves howling up at the moon and the tufted fabric behind his big head is blood red. He looks like a fucking nut trying to live out some weird kingly fantasy.

“Starving yourself won’t stop the inevitable, Matilda.”

“Okay.” I shrug, opting for the path of least resistance, which wonderfully lines up with the path that annoys him the most. If there is any chance of escape or rescue, I need to be out of his eyesight long enough for something to happen. Which means being annoying is the only weapon I have at the moment, and man, is it a
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XenyMarie
I've missed Tilly! I'm glad grandma is helping, in her own way
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Spacekonijn
Granny seems feisty. And very surpressed by the old ways. Hopefully Anna remembers the moon garden and makes the connection
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