Ethan’s POV
We didn’t speak much after that. I just sat there beside her as she ate, and she kept glancing at me between bites, like she couldn’t quite believe I was okay. Like she was still worried, even though the worst had passed.
And maybe I was still worried too.
About the curse.
About what came next.
She finished eating slowly, like her mind was somewhere else the entire time. She wasn’t really focused on the food anymore. She barely noticed when I took the plate from her and set it aside on the nightstand. I could feel the shift in her mood. Something was building inside her, something she needed to get off her chest. Her eyes kept darting to mine, then away. She was thinking too much.
Finally, after what felt like a full minute of silence between us, she turned to face me mor
