But she had just picked up the knife, about to stab it through her hand—pain wasn't something she wasn't used to—when she suddenly froze.
Realizing at the last second that instead of getting her treated and moving her out of the room, they could simply tie her up and bring a doctor in.
The thought that William's orders might have been that concise grated on her nerves as she tossed the knife to the ground, her eyes blazing with nothing but unadulterated fury.
Fiona had just settled back onto the bed when she suddenly heard the sound of keys and the door being pushed open. She wasn't surprised to see a servant walk in with a trolley of food, her head lowered as she pushed it in.
The servant bowed her head before turning to leave, but Fiona wasn't about to let her.
"I'm bored…keep me company for a while!" Fiona said, staring at her intensely as she tried to judge William's other instructions from her reaction.
