Alexia watched him eat, inhaling his meal as if he had not eaten in weeks. It made her wish there was better food to offer. She was no five start chef, but Alexia dared anyone to make mre's and canned beans tasted better. She sighed at that thought. Why should she care if he liked her food? For all Alexia knew he was sitting there eating his make shift meal while best deciding how to get rid of her body.
It was time to figure out just how much she could trust the man across from her.