Mara's Pov

"A headache doesn't make a woman lock herself in her room for hours," he countered, stepping forward so I had to either retreat or let him in. I retreated. He walked into the room, his gaze scanning my face, noting the redness of my eyes despite my best efforts to hide it. "You haven't eaten since yesterday morning. You skipped dinner. You skipped breakfast. What is going on?"

"Nothing is going on," I said, walking toward my vanity to pick up my bag "As you can see, I'm ready for work. And besides, I’m just not hungry. It happens sometimes."

"Not to you," he said. He watched me...