SASHA
I don’t think Bello liked the soup. Not even a little.
He had been glowering since he noticed my hand, and every time his eyes landed on it, the glower deepened into something closer to a scowl. Despite my insistence that it didn’t hurt that much, which was a lie, but he didn’t need to know that, he still wasn’t happy about it. At one point he suggested we go to the hospital, since I was human and couldn’t heal on my own. It took considerable persuading before he let the idea go.
And he still hadn’t said a word about the food, even after fifteen morsels. I was counting.
I shifted where I sat, watching as his gaze dropped to my injured hand again before he scooped another piece of tuwo, dipped it into the soup and brought it to his mouth. I watched him chew. Watched him swallow, t
