Nyx's POV
"You'll eat when you give me something useful."
"I'll pass out if I don't eat." I looked up at him. "Then you'll get nothing at all."
His jaw clenched but he moved to the door and called for a servant. Minutes later, someone brought bread, cheese, and water. Warrick took the tray and set it on the table beside me.
"Eat. Work. In that order."
I forced myself to eat even though the food tasted like ash and my stomach cramped with each bite, but I needed the strength and my mind sharp enough to keep building this lie.
When I finished, I turned back to the reports and started reading while Warrick moved to his own desk and began working through his correspondence, but I could feel his eyes on me constantly, watching and waiting for me to slip up.
An hour passed. Then another.
