Eloise’s brow twitched slightly. Her calm gaze faltered for a second.
Jacob caught it. That tiny flicker of emotion sent a surge of rage through him. He threw the apple aside.
“Aren’t you worried? "Don’t you care what could’ve happened to him?” he snapped, his eyes burning into her face.
Eloise turned her head away. “I didn’t ask him to.”
Jacob stood. His voice was firm, serious. “No, you didn’t. But maybe you should’ve. You could hate him, you could curse his name. But don’t act like you don’t care. Because when you collapse, your body answers what your mouth refuses to say. The only treatment you responded to was his touch.”
She clenched her jaw. “He locked me in that place. I don’t care how long he sat by my bed.”
Jacob stared at her. “Then tell him that. Not to me. "You keep tell
