Elena
I woke up tangled in the sheets, sweaty and irritable.
After rejecting Killian at the door, I decided to crawl into bed without eating his food. Let him make his attempts to woo me, I didn’t need to accept them.
Two hours later I was starting and wracked with guilt. What kind of Luna let’s good food go to waste? The stew was cold and a bit congealed, but it tasted better than it had before. He must’ve listened to my advice and paid more attention to the ingredients. I fought against how impressed I was.
“Anyone can make stew,” I chided my bowl.
After eating two quickly, I lay awake on top of the bed for what felt like an eternity. The image of Killian’s sullen face in the hallway was burned into my mind, and I let my imagination fill in what happened next.
Maybe he yelled at
