BRIAR’S POV
He takes me back to the room I ran into yesterday, which turns out to be his own, and feeds me warm food laid out on the table, similar to what I had eaten before.
Only now, there's no need to rush and stuff myself like before.
I take my time savoring every bite of food in front of me, feeling the warmth of the soup and sipping the lovely herbal tea like a civilized person.
I haven’t realized the luxury of eating a meal without haste until now.
Meanwhile, he watches me silently with a pleased expression, something one would have while watching a hungry pet eat to their satisfaction.
It seems I am the pet now.
“Do you like it?”
I pull away, exercising restraint and clearing my throat.
“Well… it’s okay, I guess.”
He breaks into laughter unexpectedly, his boyish char
