Cassian's POV
No one answered.
When the food finally came, a single tray shoved through the bottom of the bars, I was too dizzy to reach it, and my hands were tied. How could I get there?
Martins studied me carefully before saying, "Eat. You will need your strength if you ever want to walk again."
I lay there, eyes open, staring at the stone ceiling. "With my hands tied, I would not be able to get the food or talk more about eating it," I replied.
The silence was unbearable, except for the loud growl of my hungry stomach.
He opened the cell and untied me. "Get your food now, and eat."
Immediately, he opened the cell bars. I could swear I heard my mother's scream, and I wanted to run out.
"Mother!"
But Martins quickly pushed me inside and closed the bar.
I grabbed the bars again, shaking them so hard the metal bit into my skin.
"Father! Stop! Don't you dare! Don't…"
Martins held my hands to the bar, glaring down at my petite frame.
