Aurora’s POV
“You’re awake. That’s great,” he says. “Sit down and eat.”
He pulls my chair out and sets a plate loaded with food in front of me, and I gawk at it.
“Thorne, I can’t eat all this,” I tell him, eyeing the three waffles, mountain of eggs, bacon, and fruit. Is he insane? And why is he watching me like that?
Apparently, I don’t move fast enough because a moment later, Thorne grabs my fork and stabs at the cut-up waffle pieces. He lifts the fork to my mouth, and I really become confused.
“What are you doing? Thorne,” I grab the fork from him and scowl. “I can feed myself.” Instead of conceding to me, he takes the fork back and holds it up to my mouth.
“Humor me,” he says softly, and I do. I eat the waffle pieces he feeds me, wondering what in the world is going on. He’s
