_Mira's POV_
The door creaked open, its hinges groaning like a warning. Aaron stepped inside, carrying a silver tray with a plate of food. The smell of roasted meat and something sweet filled the room, making my stomach twist. Hunger gnawed at me, but I kept my expression blank, refusing to show weakness.
Aaron’s eyes gleamed as he set the tray on a rickety table beside me. “You should eat,” he said, his voice calm but laced with mockery. “I can’t have you dying before the full moon.”
I glared at him, my wrists burning as I tugged against the ropes. “I’m not eating anything you give me.”
He smirked, lifting a fork and holding a piece of meat near my mouth. “Come on, Mira. Don’t be difficult.”
I turned my head away, refusing to let him feed me. The fork brushed against my lips, and my
