13

I looked at the tray of food and my stomach growled.

But then I looked back at the closed door, my heart hammering as I expected Alessio to barge in and drag me back into the basement.

When none of that happened, I leaned against my headboard and looked down at my bandaged wrist.

He had bandaged my wrist, brought me food, and apologized. My feelings were all over the place. I was scared, but his kindness had warmed my heart. Was he being genuine?

Oh God, I hope so.

Rubbing my thumb over my wrist, I thought about how he kissed my wrists gently, almost like he was scared of hurting me. I never thought him capable of being gentle, but he proved me wrong.

His eyes had shown guilt and remorse. Looking back at the door, my heart constricted.

Either he really meant his apology or he was a really good actor.

There were so many uncertainties running through my head and none of them were helpful. They all led to the same conclusion.

Alessi