19

Jude’s POV

I arrive into my living quarters just as one of the servants was leaving a trolley with dinner on it outside of the door, like I instructed.

This time it was a dinner for two. Both of us already skipped lunch and I barely had anything at breakfast.

Feeding my prisoner once a day wasn’t going to raise a lot of suspicions. It just means I’m keeping her alive to prolong her torment.

I open the main door into my place, get the trolley inside, and lock the door with my key.

It was another precaution to make sure we’re not being spied on.

“Come on, come on, move already!” Elijah was complaining in agitation, practically drooling just to catch a whiff of her addicting scent to satisfy his hunger for her.

I roll my eyes and make my way towards my bedroom.

I open the door without looking at her, bring the trolley inside next to the small dining table, and close the door.

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