Chapter 22

—Ellie—

The lock clicked and I quickly sat up, bracing myself. I wouldn’t allow Tristan to catch me by surprise again.

My eyes widened when Fabian stepped inside, carrying a plate. I stood. Why was he here? Would he help me? Fabian regarded my face then shook his head as if he could read my mind.

“I’m bringing you dinner.” He came in but left the door ajar, and I wondered why he did it. I doubted it was so I could run. Was he worried of being alone in a room with me?

“Here,” he held out the plate with steaming mac and cheese to me.

I glared. “Do you remember how you, Mateo and I played together? Do you remember how you and him pretended to be my protectors? Do you remember that?” For a moment we did nothing but stare at each other, but he didn’t allow me to glimpse behind his emotionless mask. With a sigh, he walked past me and put the plate down on my nightstand.

“You should eat,” he said firmly. I whirled around to face him