Natalia
“Natalia, eat.”
“I’m not hungry,” I lied, looking away.
“You need to eat.” Andrei moved the plate closer, and the smell of perfectly roasted elk made my traitorous stomach growl. “You lost a lot of blood earlier. Your body needs protein to heal.”
I finally looked up at him. He’d cleaned up since dragging the elk back—the blood was gone from his leathers, and his dark hair was damp like he’d splashed water on his face. Those green eyes almost seemed to hold tiny sparks of their own as the flickering bonfire reflected in their depths.
“I said I’m not hungry.” I folded my arms and deliberately angled myself away from him on the bench.
“And I said you need to eat.” He sat down on the bench beside me without invitation and set the plate on the table between us. “You’re pale. When
