Page 64 of Vicious Wins

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“How much water have you had to drink today?”

I swallowed. Why did he have to care? Why did both of them? It made holding on to my anger so fucking hard.

“Eva? How much water?” Tristan pushed gently when I didn’t answer.

“Not enough,” I sighed, and allowed myself to miss that brief, magical period when being their plaything had meant I hadn’t had to worry about my next meal, when I’d had time for anything but studying, working, classes, and investigating Jed fucking Carter.

“Did you take your meds this morning?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I snarled.

“Did you?” Tristan’s patient persistence hurt so fucking much.

“Yes.”

“And at lunch?”

“No,” I admitted softly. “I didn’t take a break for lunch.”

“Kitten—”

I swallowed hard, hot tears pressing at the backs of my eyes.

“You’re going to send me a photo of everything you eat and drink,” he continued. “And if you don’t, I’m going to tell Dr. Parker you’re fainting between classes, and we’ll see how quick she pulls you from the team.”

“I don’t need?—”

“Kitten,” his tone gentled, “this isn’t a negotiation. You need to eat right and take care of yourself.”

I should have been angry, should have told him to fuck off like I had Cole.

“Tristan—”

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” he murmured.

I didn’t say anything back, unwilling to say yes but unable to force myself to say no. How could I still want this after everything they’d done?

“That’s it, kitten,” he breathed. “Send me a picture of your dinner, all right?”

“Okay,” I whispered and immediately felt better, then hated how much better I felt.

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

I swiped the phone closed, staring at it, then fished my other phone out of my backpack.

The Devil

You better get me what I asked.

Or else.

I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I wouldn’t. But I couldn’t fight him alone either.

Every timeI stood beside Coach at practice, I died a little more inside. He hated me. I scoffed to myself as I took notes, my mind only half on the team, the other ruminating on everything I’d lost.

Nothing.

I’d lost nothing.