Rachel's POV
The door to the room opened again. Alex came into view, holding a tray of food. He set it down on my lap. It looked like it had some sort of soup in a bowl.
"Eat this." He sat down in the chair that he had left in front of me the last time I had seen him. I raised my brow at him and looked down at the tray, then back at him.
"How?" Is all I said.
He rolled his eyes and lifted the spoon to my mouth. I pursed my lips together and lent my head back, away from the spoon. I didn't know what was in it.
"It's not poisoned."
"I'm still not eating it." I said. He moved the spoon closer to my face, making me repeat my previous actions. He smirked.
"You need your energy if you're going to survive me taking your powers." I gave him a disgusted look.
"That gives me more of a reason to not eat it!" I glared at him.