“Do you want to feed me to death?”Wren asked flatly while Grace maneuvered through the bedroom doorway with yet another tray of food. It was a bowl of steaming broth made from ginger and lemon, alongside some crackers, and a glass of chilled water.Grace balanced the tray on one hip as she used her other hand to fully open the door before responding, “The food is for me, actually, I just thought I’d eat in here instead.”“Then why bring it into the room? Why not eat it at the dining table like a normal person?”Grace just scoffed at the question, then settled into the chair close to the bed, picked up the bowl, and took a loud sip of the broth. She chewed a cracker slowly whilst watching Wren.For the last three hours, Wren was in the same position on her bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows with the duvet pulled up to her stomach. She was holding a book Grace wasn’t sure she was even reading.Actually, it was obvious that Wren wasn’t reading that book. She was only using it
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