Now she let me carry her.
Let me hold her.
Let me see her like this.
Not because she was helpless.
Because she trusted me.
Because somehow, after all my mistakes, all my flaws, all my overprotective instincts that were absolutely going to get worse now, she still chose to lean into me.
I carried her back to the bed, but the tray was still there.
And so was the sauce.
Sitting on the side like a personal insult.
Drake growled at it.
Honestly, he was right.
That thing had ruined my mate’s appetite. Now that she needed to eat for two.
I stared at the little bowl.
“Don’t worry,” Aria mumbled against my neck. “I feel better.”
“That thing made you sick.”
“That thing is just sauce.”
“I know.” I narrowed my eyes at it. “And it’s lucky to be dead already.”
For the first time since t
