CHAPTER FORTY

Enya pov

I stare at Aros and carefully push the plate aside. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall. Maybe I should try acting like an actual human being and stop being so difficult? After all, Aros didn't do anything to hurt me. He probably didn't know about the basil anyway. "I understand that everyone in these cells gets a piece of bread and some water at best. But I'd rather starve than enjoy the reaction of my allergy. It wouldn't be half as painful to die if I chose starvation," I explain. His expression changes from horror to concern and anger. I'm not sure what he's feeling or thinking, but I don't believe any of those emotions could be good. "Look," I sigh. "It's not your fault, okay? I'm assuming you didn't know. But if you did know and you are still bringing me this food, I'll eat it. It's not like I see the end of this whole mess. Maybe it's better to end it before the situatio