Finally, I heard someone walking down the hall again, and sat up straighter. From the pull in my gut, I knew it was Jordan before I even saw him. I steeled myself against his presence, telling myself there was nothing he could say that would make me fall for any of his bullshit. Since distance seemed to help me keep a clearer head, I backed up against the wall, as far from the door as I could possibly get.
I scowled as Jordan opened the door, but he didn’t look put off by my sour face. In fact, all he did was flash a charming smile and make a motion with his hand. Three more shifters walked inside at his command, carrying food, chairs, and a folding table. This was the largest group of shifters I’d seen since I’d woken up. I blinked, wondering what he was up to now. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
"I was hoping to have dinner with you tonight," Jordan said.
"And I was hoping to be back with my own pack, but we don't always get what we want," I replied.
Unfortunately, my stomach chose that moment to let out a loud growl. It had been many hours since I'd eaten the last meal Jordan had brought me, and I'd long burned it off with my combat practice. Traitor, I thought, looking down at my stomach.
Jordan's smile only widened at the sound, which he'd obviously heard. Fucking wolf senses. "We both know you need to eat. What difference does it make if I do it with you?"
“Fine,” I said but tried to convey just how much I didn’t want to with that single word.
If Jordan noticed my acidic tone, he didn’t acknowledge it. He gave me a cocky smile as the three shifters worked behind him, setting up the table and two chairs, then spreading out the plates and silverware. My stomach gave a quieter grumble at the sight of the food, and once again, the smell made me begin salivating. The only benefit was that my hunger made me forget the mate bond's pull just enough to make it almost bearable.
Jordan nodded to one of the guards, who stepped forward with a set of keys that jangled as he selected the right one. I took note of which key he used, a slightly bigger, brighter one, as if the locks had been replaced recently on this cell. When he let me out, I noted that the other guard stood at attention, and felt his eyes boring holes into my back.
I shot him a glance. “Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to try and run right now."
"If I thought you were going to run, I wouldn't have let you out," Jordan said, as he held out a chair for me, acting like the perfect gentleman. "But we both know you're not going to do that."
I sat down and looked at my plate, which had a thick steak covered in dark gravy, roasted potatoes, and a side of garlic green beans. I dug in and took a few bites before looking up to see Jordan watching me with far too much satisfaction. He poured a glass of red wine for each of us, almost like this was a date or some shit. Maybe to him, it was.
I took a tentative sip of wine, knowing my shifter metabolism would stop the alcohol from having any effect. "Do you treat all the ladies you're courting like your prisoners, or am I just lucky?"
"I don't want to keep you prisoner," Jordan said, his voice even and calm. Was this the same shifter who had snarled and growled at me, who'd chased and beaten me at the Convergence? I didn't trust this new amiable Jordan one bit, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him either. He looked damn good tonight, with another of those white button-up shirts open just enough to show off a glimpse of his hard chest, and the sleeves rolled up to reveal sexy masculine forearms. A wave of lust made my thighs clench, and I shoved another bite of food in my mouth before I did something I'd regret.
“I plan to release you from this cell the moment you’re free from the brainwashing those snakes did to you,” Jordan continued.
“I’m not brainwashed,” I said. “If anything, I'm finally seeing things clearly. My time with the Ophiuchus pack opened my eyes to everything that’s wrong with the Zodiac Wolves.”
Jordan arched an eyebrow as he swirled his wine. "Let me guess. They told you that you're special. That only they can help you reach your full potential. They offered you revenge on the people who wronged you. Then they gave you a sob story about how they were cast out unfairly, and how the Sun Witches are evil. Does that sound about right?"
I opened and closed my mouth, trying to think of a good reply. I couldn’t find one. Everything he'd said was true, and I looked back down at my plate, disturbed.
Jordan let out a snort. "In a nutshell, they told you everything you wanted to hear, all so they could use you, Ayla. You were the bait, and now that you're no longer useful to them, you've been discarded. We both know none of them are coming for you."