She felt incredibly uncomfortable!
She didn't know how long he walked, but he suddenly set her down. A smooth wall pressed against her back.
She stood flat against it, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her. He propped one hand against the wall beside her. Although he didn't completely trap her, his stance made it clear that she wasn't allowed to leave—and that she couldn't leave even if she tried.
Shalma didn't know where Julian had brought her. Right now, all she could see was white—a very stark, clean white. The only thing she was certain of was that they were still in the hospital.
He leaned his face closer, stopping right in front of hers. His warm breath brushed against her skin. The corners of his lips curled up as he parted his thin lips. "If you don't want to eat, I won't force you anymore. But you can't completely ignore me."
His voice lacked its previous domineering tone. Instead, he sounded like a spoiled child fussing and bargaining with an adult.
