"Daisy," Blake whispered. "You awake?"
"No," I grumbled and Blake chuckled, shutting his door behind him and crawling onto his bed.
"Food's downstairs," he said into my ear and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
"Not hungry," I sighed and cuddled up to him.
"You need to eat."
"Not hungry," I repeated and Blake played with my hair.
"How you feeling?" Blake asked.
"Wonderful."
"I'm sorry," Blake sighed. "I'm sorry you hate it here."
"I don't hate it here, I hate the Agency," I mumbled. "I don't mind it here with you guys, minus a few exceptions."
Blake chuckled. "Daisy, you're not heartless," he said after a silence. "I know you think you are because you don't feel guilty about killing people, but you're not. You care. When it matters you do. That one little boy
