“You haven’t been eating,” I remark.
Her face twists in dark amusement. “What do you care?”
“I need you alive if my plan is going to work.”
“Well, sorry if I don’t really give a s**t about your nefarious master plan.”
“If you don’t eat, I’ll force-feed you. Is that your preference, Willow?”
Her eyes go wide and she swallows hard. “I… I haven’t been feeling too good recently.”
I stare at her, searching for signs. Her complexion is rosy and she looks strong. Vital. Tempting as ever.
The only notable difference I can see is that she seems to have lost a little weight. Her collarbones were always prominent, but now they push out of her body in sharp points. Concerningly sharp.
“If you eat a little more, you’ll feel better.”
“I’m too nauseous to eat.”
“Maybe you should take a walk aro
