Amara opened her eyes to the smell of freshly cooked porridge. Leo was sitting by her side, staring at something she was yet to see. When she turned on the bed, his eyes snapped up to her.
He wasn’t smiling. Not like she expected him to.
“You’re awake.”
She nodded, then frowned at the slight coldness in his voice.
“What time is it?” Amara asked, and he sighed, bringing out his phone from his pocket.
“Some minutes past two.”
“Past two?!” she yelled, jerking up, regretting her action immediately as white-hot pain shot through her body.
He shook his head and brought a tray to her. “Eat. Why would you care about the time when all you did was sleep all day?”
It was her turn to frown. She took the spoon from the rest and started eating under his glaring eyes.
“Are you mad at me?” she a
