#Chapter 41 – What are we to each other?

A few minutes later, Fay and Daniel are curled up on her bed, sharing a bottle of white wine and a box of donuts that Daniel swiped from the kitchen. The rest of the room is still a complete wreck – furniture overturned, clothes and books thrown everywhere – but the bed they were able to set to rights pretty easily. Fay ignores the mess as she bites into her second powder donut, overlooking the dusting of sugar that falls all over her shirt and comforter while she chases her food with a sip of wine. “So,” Daniel says, holding his still-full glass of wine uncomfortably in his hands, “you’re seriously okay?” “Yeah,” Fay says, shrugging one shoulder at him. “Seriously, I mean, it was scary. But it didn’t hurt.” “And he just chained you to floor and yelled at you? And then hit you on the…butt? Once?” “No, he chained me to the table first,” Fay says, taking another bite. “To interrogate me.” Daniel stares at her, shocked that she’s being so blasé about it. Almost as if she didn’