Chapter 8: Should I be afraid of you?

ITHRA “Tell me, what is it like back at your coven? Was it that bad, you had to run away?” Zadok asked while I ate silently.  “I didn't run away.” I gritted, “If you're going to intrude on my personal life at least get your facts straight.” I don't know why the thought of him knowing how I was treated made me furious.  Everything about the man in front of me infuriated me and the baffling thing about it was that he knew.  He knew but didn't give a damn about how I felt.  “Watch your tone.” He cautioned with a hard voice, “As much as I have everything I need to know about you at the tip of my fingertips, nothing beats hearing from the culprit, don't you think?” He says, slicing through his meat.  I hated that I was so hungry. If not, I would have gotten up from this table and headed back to my room. Cough, prison.  Since I couldn't leave, I decided it was best to make this breakfast as unbearable to him as it was for me. “Tell me,” I began, “Do you prefer cooked meat as opposed to raw o