Alina's POV
"Here, eat this," Lucian says, sliding the plate in front of me. A soft smile touches his lips. "You'll love it. The chef is really good."
I stare at the food for a second before looking up at him. "When will I leave?"
His smile fades instantly.
"You don't plan on keeping me here forever, right?" I add, my voice quieter than I wanted.
Lucian lets out a small breath. "You don't have to say it like that, Alina. I just… I just want to keep you safe."
I scoff and shake my head. "I won't be safe here. I need to leave."
He watches me for a moment, then sighs. "Okay, fine. You will leave. But eat first."
"Lucian…"
"Please, Alina. Just eat," he says, giving me a small, almost pleading smile.
I hesitate, then pick up the spoon and start eating. He didn't lie — the food actually tastes good. Warm. Comforting.
"Do you like it?" he asks, leaning forward a little.
I nod.
"I knew you would," he says, his face lighting up with excitement.
