chapter 39

Sierra pov.

I look up and meet William's eyes, wondering if he was addressing me or someone else. I divert my attention back to the food on the floor and begin to eat. Whether or not he was observing me didn't matter to me.

Suddenly, I feel myself being lifted off the ground, and as I put the last morsel of food in my mouth, I quickly cover it with my hand and look up at him.

"What the heck are you doing?" he demands, but I remain silent, gazing at him. "Why would you eat from the floor?" he yells, yet I say nothing.

He releases me, and I stand there, attempting to calm my irritation at him for ruining my meal.

"Why?" he asks, and I look at him, trying to discern his meaning. "Why do you have to be this way, mate?"

I approach him cautiously, my eyes fixed on him. Was he actually calling me mate? I raise my hand as if to touch him but quickly withdraw it and walk away.

"You need to leave. I have a lot of work to do."

Just as I reach for the broom, he turns me around, and I fall onto hi