Jake’s grip tightened around the spoon as he forced another bite into Grachelle’s mouth. She resisted, her jaw clenching, but he didn’t give her a choice. His anger burned through him like wildfire, fueled by the memory of her defiance, the sting of her teeth against his lips, and the fury of knowing he had lost control if only for a moment.
He hated how much she got under his skin.
When she finally swallowed, coughing, her eyes blazing with hatred, Jake pulled back. He tossed the spoon onto the tray with a loud clatter, standing abruptly. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he forced himself to breathe, to steady the storm raging inside him.
“Fine,” he muttered darkly. “You ate. Now I’ll give you something else.”
Grachelle’s wary gaze followed him as he moved toward a small
