Alaric’s pov I carefully lowered myself onto the side of the bed, trying not to tip over the tray I was holding. Karla lay propped up on her pillows, her arms spread out wide. She glanced once at the tray as I set it down in front of her, then turned her face away from me. She didn’t say anything and her lips formed a thin line. It was clear she didn’t want anything to do with me. I used a spoon and took out the soup there as I sat before her. “You need to eat something. Try to take from me. Please.” “No,” she said with a strong tone as I sighed. “You will heal faster and build strength. Just do it.” Karla’s eyes flicked toward me, wary. But she didn’t say no, and a moment later, her lips parted. Relieved, I smiled and brought the spoon to her mouth. She swallowed the soup without complaint, her eyes closed. I fed her another bite in silence; she had enough to deal with right now without me talking to her. After a few more bites, I decided to talk to her, “You know, you’re doin
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