Violet
Rowan moved as if to stand, his hands bracing against the floor like he was about to get up and come to me.
Panic flared in my chest.
"I—I was just going to go rest," I blurted out, taking a step back. "I didn't mean to interrupt—"
"Nonsense!" Mira's voice cut through my words. "You should sit and eat with us, dear. You've barely had anything today."
Rowan's eyes brightened slightly, hope flickering across his face in a way that made my stomach twist.
"No, really, I am fine," I said quickly, shaking my head. "I don't want to—"
"Please, Violet." Mira's tone shifted, growing softer. Her shoulders dropped slightly as she sighed. "This food can't go to waste, and... well, I can't help but feel you two have been avoiding each other."
Her eyes moved knowingly between us.
"Are you both fighting? Mates shouldn't act that way."
