"Look how thin you've gotten lately," Regina fussed, pushing a bowl of steaming chicken soup toward me. "You look exhausted, all because of those damn kidnappers who nearly broke you. Eat up and get your strength back, especially with this soup. Drink it. It'll heal more than just your body."
I picked up the bowl; the warmth seeping into my palm, s and took a slow sip. The rich broth spread through my stomach and into my heart, soothing frayed nerves. For a moment, the tension eased. Maybe one day, Regina would finally accept that I wanted a divorce from Jaxen. That this sham of a mating was killing me slowly.
"Are you full?" Regina asked after a while, glancing thoughtfully at the empty plates. Her tone was casual. "If you're done, come with me to Jaxen's room and get some proper rest.
