Maria scurried over, placed the tray on the bedside table, and practically ran out of the room. The silence that followed was thick and heavy, filled only with the faint aroma of chicken broth and herbs.
"Eat," Lucas said softly, pushing the tray closer to her. "It will help with the remaining coldness in your bones."
Sofia picked up the spoon with slightly shaking hands. She felt incredibly self-conscious as she took the first sip. Lucas didn't look away; he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, his intense gaze following every move she made.
"You know," he started, his voice a low, melodic hum that vibrated in the quiet room. "I've seen many beautiful women, Sofia. Alphas, Lunas, models. But none of them have that fire you carry. Even when you were lying there in the mall, ready to kneel just to keep the peace, your eyes were like ice and diamonds."
