A knock at my door interrupted him. I recognized Anthony outside handing Nate a breakfast tray. He scented the air and wrinkled his nose.

"It reeks of fear in here," he commented handing the meal over.

Nate agreed, taking the proffered tray. He inspected and sniffed every item on the tray before setting it down.

"I'm not hungry," I grumbled sitting on the bed.

My mate was hanging out with the witch while she made spells. That didn't make me feel any better. I put my head down and looked at the floor.

I didn't want to eat, but I could hear Nate fiddling with the tray. It sounded and...