What happened to her?” My body tenses further. What’s with all the pleases and thank yous? That’s not the fiery girl I met a week ago, and it sure as hell is not the girl I had under surveillance. But I call bullshit on this change of attitude. Nox goes on, “I get that you’re not very hungry. “I said bullshit.” Not sure what to say, I lower my head back to my book and pretend to read. “I beg your pardon?” He leans down closer to me. I’ll eat later.” “Bullshit.” My head snaps up. Taking the plate, I utter politely, “Thank you, but I’m not very hungry right now. Stomping over to the nightstand, he takes the plate and thrusts it under my chin. Not five minutes pass when Nox appears at my door, scowling. I hear her leave and my body eases slightly. Thanks again.” Opening a book, I don’t look back up. Maybe eating would help your fatigue.” Still wearing a strained smile, I lie, “Yeah. Her face falls as she questions, “You’re not hungry? You haven’t eaten much the last few days. Standing, I take the plate with a smile and put it on the nightstand. I don’t want to be mean to Boo she’s only ever been nice to me, and even though I resent being kept here, she doesn’t deserve my bitchiness.
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