The heat in her face wouldn't settle.
She was aware of everything — the way his gaze moved across her face before dropping to her mouth, the small pause before he looked away. Nina swallowed and fixed her eyes on the wall behind him, her fingers twisted tight in the sheets beneath her.
What was she thinking?
The bowl met the table with a soft sound.
And he stood.
"We return to Vermont Pack tomorrow," he said. "You should rest."
Nina nodded, not trusting her voice to make a sound.
He stood there for a second longer, his eyes on her, and then he turned and walked out. The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Nina sat still for a moment, listening to his footsteps fade down the corridor. Then she dragged a long unsteady breath in and let it out through her nose.
She stepped down from the bed, and walked to the mirror on the far wall.
