K I A R A
Nolan returned later, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He set it down on the bedside table.
"Eat," He commanded, his tone flat.
I turned my face to the wall, willing myself to disappear. The thought of putting anything in my mouth that he had touched made me want to vomit. My stomach was growling but I would rather starve than accept anything from him.
"I said eat," He repeated.
He sighed as if I were a misbehaving child trying his patience. "This childish defiance is tiresome, Kiara. You think starving yourself is some noble act? It's not. It's a foolish waste of energy you will desperately need."
When I didn't move, he grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. He picked up the spoon, dipped it in the broth and held it to my lips. The sme
