Rowan's movements paused. "What's wrong?"
Lyra licked her lips and shook her head.
"Use your words," Rowan demanded. "Does it taste bad? Is it too hot?"
"I don't like it."
"Liar. You ate the first two bites perfectly fine."
Lyra glared at him coldly. "I'm afraid it's poisoned!"
The man frowned in genuine confusion. "Why would it be poisoned?"
Lyra's lips parted slightly. "Who knows?"
The chilling image from his dream flashed through Rowan's mind. "Who would want to poison you?"
Lyra fell completely silent.
His beloved brother, Caspian.
Or perhaps Rowan had silently authorized it himself.
"I've moved out," Rowan explained smoothly. "I'm staying at Blackwood Manor now, and Zola made this. It's just me and her, absolutely no one else. I haven't even hired the rest of the staff yet. You know exactly what kind of person Zola is."
"Eat it." He scooped up another spoonful and held it to her mouth. "Don't you want to escape me? The only way out is to get your strength back."
Seeing her clear eyes staring back at him in stubborn refusal, he lowered his voice. "If you refuse to eat, we can find something else to do."
Lyra's lips twitched. She desperately wanted to heal as fast as possible, so she forced herself to swallow. But plagued by horrifying mental images, she choked the food down agonizingly slowly.
Once she was finished, Rowan had the nurse come in to clear the table, then carefully helped Lyra rinse her mouth.


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