Chapter 6
Alessia
“Oatmeal?” I ask when Vlad returns carrying a bowl.
He looks into the bowl. “Yeah? I guess.” He shrugs. “Mika likes it.”
That shouldn’t warm my heart. Neither should the fact that he’s sliced banana into the bowl and brought up a cup of steaming coffee. He looks street rough and bad boy to the core, but Vlad isn’t any rougher than one of my brothers at heart.
He releases the rope connecting my wrists to the headboard and helps me sit up, propped in the middle of the bed with a pillow behind my back. He sits beside me and holds the spoon out.
“Really? You’re going to hand feed me again? Don’t you have something better to do with your time?”
He pauses with the spoon halfway to my mouth, like he’s really considering the question. He gives the shrug again. “Yes and no.
