Betty's POV. 

Before Damien left, he called a maid into the room, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

“Bring her everything she needs,” he ordered. “Food. Water. Clothes. And prepare my things as well, I’ll bathe shortly.”

The maid bowed quickly and rushed out.

Within minutes, the room filled with trays of soups, fruits, bread, and things I hadn’t eaten in days. 

I didn’t even realise how hungry I was until I tasted the first bite and my body shook with ...