Three minutes passed.
Ruaan poured more grape juice and Cullen drank it like a man who had no idea what was coming for him, which was the funniest thing Ruaan had ever witnessed.
He ate more chicken.
He had not eaten like this since before the arrest. Was it the best meal of his life? No. Did it feel like it right now? Absolutely yes. He was not going to waste a single piece.
Ruaan poured another cup and stretched it to Cullen. Cullen gently pushed the next cup away. "Enough." He turned toward Ruaan with that slow, heavy-lidded look. "I didn't bring you here to watch you eat."
His hand landed back on Ruaan's thigh as he slid up slowly.
Ruaan shifted in the chair and thought,
'Harolin gave me fake pills. Those were absolutely fake pills. Nothing is happening. Nothing is going to—'
Cullen's hand continued to go up as Cullen's hand gripped Ruaan's hair tightly. He was about to force Ruaan to look at him but suddenly, Cullen's hand softened.
