ARTHUR'S POV:
Fiona had such an open book kind of face, it wasn’t difficult to read through them whenever one wanted to. It was easy to see defiance when they danced in her blue depths, or sadness, fear.
Her emotions usually painted her face and at every point in time, it was easy to place exactly what she was thinking or feeling, just by looking at her.
As she nodded her head in understanding at my words, I observed her face. Fear, unease, disappointment, were the emotions that covered her face. It wasn’t hard to guess why she felt that way.
Maybe I was a jerk for not apologizing, for putting her through hell in the past month, even when she had been telling the truth all along. But at least, it was done now. She was no longer locked up or tortured. She now had access to good food
