(MAYA)
The food arrives an hour later, and Cassian sets it down before me. "Eat. I wouldn't want you to die without finishing my task."
"How considerate of you," I say sarcastically. When he lingers, I stare at him. "Do you mind? I don't like an audience when I'm eating."
He tilts his head. "You're losing weight. Your clothes are hanging off you."
I tap the dish with my finger. "Speaks volumes about how much you're feeding me. Are you worried that if you give me enough to eat, I might suddenly gain some superhuman strength and break through the cage and run away?"
He looks amused. "I don't see you getting past me. Even if you did, you'd have to contend with the twenty guards stationed outside."
My lips twist in an angry smile. "You're so funny. Now, if you're done trying to half-starve me, can you leave? I'd rather not see your face any more than I have to."
