Abbie ate slowly, picking at the generous portion of pasta and salad. The food was excellent, perfectly warm, a silent testament to Keith's effortless power. She felt the warmth spread through her, chasing away the exhaustion and the lingering cold.
"Thank you," she said softly, pushing the empty plate away. "That was completely unnecessary, but thank you."
"You're welcome," Keith replied, watching her with a patient intensity that did nothing to soothe her nerves. He hadn't touched his own plate. "Feeling better?"
"Much. And now I’m exhausted," she stated, making her voice sound deliberately flat. She glanced pointedly toward the bedroom. "You should go. I need to try and get some sleep."
Keith picked up his water glass, swirling the ice. "Go where, Abbie?"
"To your own room in your
