If it wasn’t me he was waiting for, then that meant he was expecting Ivan. He was excited at the thought it was Ivan and disappointed when it wasn’t. “Breakfast,” I growled, holding a plate of eggs and bacon out for him. It didn’t escape my notice he hadn’t eaten any part of dinner from the night before. The plate was where I left it, completely untouched. Yet again, Roan refused to take the plate. He refused to even look at me no matter how much I glared at him or how hard I willed him to lift his eyes.
