Good thing he'd brought a spoon—at least he didn't look like he was planning to feed her in some awkward, ridiculous way.
Oh right. He didn't even like the taste of golden milk.
Lilah relaxed a little and sat down.
Gabriel, surprisingly gentle, fed her spoonful after spoonful of the warm drink—like she was someone precious, not just someone sick.
He'd followed the recipe exactly, and the flavor turned out... surprisingly nice.
Sweet enough to be comforting, with a mellow earthiness that lingered at the back of her throat.
Not her usual kind of drink, but not bad at all.
To her surprise, she actually liked it.
Before she even realized, the bowl was empty.
"Want some more?" Gabriel asked, glancing down at the now-empty bowl.
"Nope, one more sip and I'll explod
