"A waste of points."
"That's none of your business!"
Braham yelled at Kael before returning his focus to Anastasia, who was sitting on the bed in front of him.
With stable hands, Braham moved a hairbrush gently through her hair, remembering his experience brushing the hair of his wife and daughter.
Yes, a hairbrush.
While some prisoners were starving for points here, Braham thought that buying a hairbrush was a golden idea.
He was completely dedicated to giving Anastasia all the luxury he could give. He wasn't seeing taking care of her as a duty anymore. When he looked at her, she only reminded him of his daughter, who was likely worried about him all the time now.
Anastasia allowed him to touch her hair, humming happily as she felt the hairbrush smoothing her messy hair.
If it was only a month ago, sitting on the same bed as a man would have been a red line to her, talk less about letting him touch her.
Thankfully, she was now too lazy to stay traumatized.
