Nolan shrugs as if unconcerned though I know he isn’t. His smile is too hard to be true amusement. “Whatever you think. But eat. My enforcers keep finding food in your room and we’ll have to assume the women in the kitchens are feeding you.”

He stares at me then. “You eat with me or not at all. Someone will pay the price for that.”

“You won’t find any more food in my room.”

I’ll just eat whatever I can either once I’ve helped prepare the meals with the other women, ...