Madeline’s pov
I stifled as I took a spoonful of my chicken broth. I glared at Hunter from across the room, who glared right back at me.
“You know this isn’t necessary, right?” I quirked an unimpressed brow at him.
“Finish every last drop of that broth, and we’ll monitor your temperature all through the night,” he announced as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.
I, begrudgingly, drank the rest of the soup and held out the bowl to Hunter when I was done.
He closed the distance between us and took it from me with a satisfied expression on his face which grated on my nerves.
“I need to finish packing our things if you are still adamant about leaving tomorrow,” Hunter announced, and I tried to get up but stopped when I noticed the glare he sent my way.
“What
