The other hands me a fresh towel before leaving the room. I murmur a quiet thanks and take a seat, exhaustion settling into my bones. Within minutes, a large tray of food is placed before me, and at the mere sight of it, I dig in like a starved animal.
“Eat like a proper lady,” one of them scolds lightly, but I ignore her, shoving another bite into my mouth. They sigh in frustration before leaving, finally granting me some privacy.
I don’t know when I’ll get a meal like this again–especially once I leave Jack’s pack.
When I finally lean back, rubbing my full belly, I can’t help but admit–his pack may be cruel, but they have damn good food. The taste almost reminds me of my mother’s cooking, a pang of longing hitting me as I think of her. I need to send a letter. To her. To Caspian. Let them know I’m okay.
Before I can dwell on the thought, a deep voice cuts through the silence, making me freeze.
“Now that you’ve eaten your fill, don’t you think it’s my turn to eat you to mine?”
My head snaps up, my entire body stiffening.
Jack.
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. His silver eyes gleam with amusement–and something darker, something that sends a shiver down my spine.
I sit up straight, shooting him a glare. “Stay the hell away from me.”
He chuckles, stepping inside with slow, deliberate movements, like a predator stalking its prey. “You say that,” he muses, “but your body tells me something else.”
I scoff, crossing my arms. “You’re delusional.”
“Am I?” His voice drops lower, huskier, sending an unwanted heat rushing through me. “Because I can hear your heart racing, mate. I can smell it–the way your scent changes when I’m near.”
I open my mouth to fire back, but nothing comes out. Damn it. He’s too perceptive. He steps closer, and I instinctively rise to my feet.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his gaze darkening as he stops mere inches from me. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Anger surges through me, burning away every other feeling. “That will never happen,” I snap. “Let’s end this as soon as possible. I don’t know why I didn’t do it the moment I saw you.”
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