Rory's POV
The door had barely shut properly from Celeste’s exit when another sound pulled me out of the reverie still raging in my chest.
There's a knock on the door, I blinked, my body stiff. For a moment, I considered ignoring it. Pretending I wasn’t here. Pretending I could sink into silence until the whole world outside forgot about me.
But the knock came again, softer this time and more persistent.
I exhaled shakily. “Come in,” I murmured, my voice rough.
The door creaked open, and one of the maids stepped inside, her hands carefully balancing a silver tray. The rich, warm scent of food wafted instantly into the room, seeping in the air and hitting me hard in the stomach. My belly gave an audible, embarrassing growl, and my face heated.
God. I hadn’t even realized how hungry I
