Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

“You want some tea?” I asked, looking at her, but she just shook her head.

“Bella, you've not had anything since yesterday… Come on…” I coaxed, trying to be patient. She’d been in a haze, her mind clearly elsewhere, and I hated seeing her like this.

“I can't. I can't eat, neither would I even take a drink,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with frustration. “I still see her smirk. It feels like he’s watching ...