He’s letting me eat in bed? That seems unsanitary, but I’m too tired to refuse. I managed a few bites before the overwhelming siren song of sleep—a deep sleep—tugged at me so badly I actually sagged forward and fell face first into my meal. “Amalourne,” Noctus said in what could almost be mistaken as a laugh. He picked me up and leaned back on a pile of pillows, propping me up on his chest, then proceeded to give me tiny bits of chicken. I’m practically living Joy’s dream. She always said her ideal life was to lounge around on an enormous bed and eat delicious food—though she never said
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