Veer heard her.
He didn't say anything at first. Just calmly removed the bowl from the charcoal, slipped it onto a plate, and brought it over with careful steps. He placed the plate down on the table beside her, his eyes still fixed on her face.
"I said don't move," he muttered, voice low but firm. "You move again, and I swear I'll tie you to the bed with vines."
His tone was serious, but his eyes had that annoying, teasing glint again. Like he knew she wouldn't argue back right now. Not when she was this weak.
Kaya narrowed her eyes a little and huffed out a breath—but she didn't move again.
"Good girl," Veer added with a smug smirk, then turned back to adjust something by the fire.
Veer slowly reached out again, lowering his hand with an odd gentleness before lifting Kaya's leg, his fingers brushing against the edge of her pants. His touch was firm, deliberate—but careful.
The moment Kaya realized what he was about to do, she instinctively tried to kick him.
