Elena POV:
I should have just eaten the damn food.
Ace sat across from me at the grand dining table, fingers tapping against the polished wood, his expression unreadable.
"You're not going to eat?" he asked.
I leaned back, crossing my arms. "Nope."
His jaw ticked, but that lazy smirk still curved his lips. "And why is that, little wolf?"
I rolled my eyes. "Because I'm not some helpless damsel you can keep locked away and expect to fall in line."
Ace sighed, leaning forward. "You're exhausting."
"Good."
His smirk widened. "You know, for someone who keeps trying to escape, you sure do like making things difficult for yourself."
I raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like I have a choice."
"You do."
I scoffed. "Right. Between being your prisoner and… being your prisoner?"
Ace tilted his head, watching me closely. "You could be more than that."
My stomach twisted. I hated how he said it—like it was a promise. Like I would ever, in a million years, let that happen.
