*Grace POV*
The sun was going down, and I hated the thought of shutting the window because the breeze felt so amazing. A soft knock at the door distracted me from my thoughts.
I realized that I still had Roman's journal in my hands, and I quickly put it back where I found it. I remember that he told me not to answer the door for anyone but him, so I asked who was knocking.
"Um, who is it?" I called out. "It's Roman, I brought you some dinner. It's safe to open the door, little dove," he replied.
I wasn't going to lie, the food sounded so good right now. I hadn't eaten much since I got here, and what I did eat, I had vomited back up.
I opened the door, and Roman stood there with a tray piled with take-out food. "I wasn't sure what you liked to eat. I know the Fae eat primarily a veg
