Seraphina's POV
Oh, now he was giving me manners lessons? Mr. I-Avoid-All-Emotional-Conversations was lecturing me about proper eating etiquette?
I swallowed. "Listen—"
Spoon.
That's it. I was going to murder him. The moment I could use both arms properly, I was going to grab that spoon and—
Actually, on second thought, the porridge wasn't that bad. It was warm and kind of soothing, and my stomach had been completely empty...
No! Focus, Seraphina! Don't let the food distract you from the fact that this man just admitted he didn't want to lose you!
But he kept feeding me, and I kept eating, and somehow the bowl was getting emptier and emptier. Finally, he scraped the last bit of porridge from the bowl and fed it to me.
I swallowed and immediately opened my mouth. "Now that I'm done eating, we need to—"
"You should rest," he said, standing up abruptly. "Doctor's orders."
"Adrian!"
