"Your cooking is amazing. I only had it once, but I still remember it. And after losing so much blood tonight, don't you think I deserve a proper meal? You're such a thoughtful person. I'm sure you'll start grinding beans by three in the morning for me."
Her breathing turned heavier.
Then she asked in a flat voice, "Do you know what time it is?"
I ignored that.
Instead, I said sweetly, "I heard older people don't sleep deeply anyway. I'm sure you can handle it."
A tense silence followed.
Then she bit out one sharp word.
"Fine."
I could almost picture it in my head, Amber lying there and imagining a hundred ways to tear me apart.
The truth was simple.
She believed Lewis and I were tied together by something stronger than a normal mate bond, darker than fate, crueler than mercy. In her mind, my life and his had been knotted together so tightly that one could not suffer without the other paying for it too.
If I lived badly, Lewis would be dragged down with me.
