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Who is Marsai’s mate?

Marsai's POV

I sighed dejectedly as I looked up at Elena, her deep green eyes pleading with me as she edged the plate closer to my face.

"No" I muttered, looking away. I didn't want it.

"Please," she begged, picking up the fork on the tray and placing it on the plate, "just eat something, even a little. It's not right to starve yourself."

I shook my head, trying not to look at the surprisingly good omelet on the plate. "I can't," I sighed as I looked away, "I don't want to"

Leah edged closer to me, the sheets underneath her ruffling as she moved, bringing her hand close to my face she tucked a piece of my scattered hair behind my ears, "If you don't want to eat the omelet, I can ring the maids for something else," she said, "what would you like? Pancakes, maybe? Or a broth to warm you up?"

No. I didn't want it….I didn't want anything at all.

"I don't want to eat anything. I'm not…hungry" I stressed. Elena gave me one of those her, not–so–persuading looks
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