VISIT
Lexie forced herself to swallow the last piece of chicken on her plate, then glared up at Zheme who was currently washing his dish. His back was turned to her, broad shoulders shifting along with every movement of his hands.
Oh, how she wished she could just stab him in the neck, or in the side, or better yet in the head, after all, thats where his sickness was...in his damn head.
Since breakfast, he kept ordering her around, kept demanding control and Lexie just wanted to shove something down his throat. He had taken enough from her, her trust, her heart and now he wanted her submission. He'd get submission alright, but only until Lexie found out how to screw off those bars off of those damn windows.
"Lexie, bring your plate."
Lexie's glare intensified, he didn't even ask if she was finished with it, but either way, Lexie rose out of her chair, grabbed her plate and brought it to him.
Zheme took the dish, immediately washing it. "Are you ready for bed?"