She saw the instant tension in his shoulders and the tightening around his lips. He was getting pissed at her. She didn't care. In fact, she was glad. Maybe then she'd feel something. She watched his face closely and was disappointed when the tension subsided, and he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and hair, spiking it up in the way she used to like. His blue eyes pinned her.
"Don't be a brat, Luce," he said, his voice betraying a hint of annoyance. "You need to eat. You haven't had anything since the wedding reception last night. That was seventeen hours ago."
"Don't care," she told him. "I'm not hungry." And she realized it was true. She wasn't hungry. In fact, she was positive that if she put the food in her mouth, chewed and swallowed, she would throw it right back up.
"Just f*
