- Aria -
I was already halfway down the hallway when Luca’s voice floated out behind me, weak but annoyingly clear.
“You’re just… leaving?”
I stopped.
But I didn’t turn around and roll my eyes, though I absolutely wanted to.
“I brought you porridge,” I said. “You ate it. And more importantly, you’re still conscious. Let's just focus on that for now. I’m calling that a win.”
There was a pause. Then, he spoke softly, “I didn’t eat enough.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and counted to three. Not ten. Ten would’ve pushed me straight into murder territory.
“How much is ‘enough’?” I asked without looking back.
“…More than that.”
I turned around slowly.
He was sitting up against the headboard now, pulling the blanket to his waist, looking pale and stubborn and
