Daciana

I stare at the basket sitting on my threshold.

Roasted chicken, still warm, wrapped in cloth. Fresh vegetables. A small loaf of crusty bread. Yesterday, it was meat sandwiches with thick slices of beef. The day before, a lamb stew that filled my room with its rich scent for hours.

Kieran.

I sigh and pick up the offering, retreating back into my room before anyone can see me. Before he can see me, if he’s somewhere nearby, watching.

It has been a week since his confession. Seven days since he told me we’re fated mates and my entire world was upended.

Seven days of hiding in this room, trying...