(Ethan’s POV)
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding in Lucas Blackwood’s room. Through
the partially open door, I watched as Olivia tenderly fed him from her thermal container. The
same container she used to bring me food when I was ill.
Her slender fingers wiped a drop of stew from the corner of his mouth with such gentleness
that my chest constricted painfully. The intimacy of the gesture was unmistakable.
“You need to eat more,” I heard her say, her voice carrying a warmth I hadn’t heard in years.
“The herbs will help your fever.”
Lucas’s eyes never left her face as he accepted another spoonful. “It’s delicious,” he
murmured. “Thank you for coming, Olivia.”
The way he said her name–with such reverence–made my wolf howl in agony inside me.
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