Nora's POV

“Here,” Mark said, throwing a disposable plate at me.

I stared at the meal, not reaching for it despite how hungry I was and the strong aroma coming out of it.

I wouldn't let him treat me like a dog.

“Won't you eat?” He snorted, his eyes dancing with mirth.

I arched my eyebrows at him.

He huffed. “Fine.” He moved closer, bent down and opened the pack. “Here, your highness.” He taunted, pushing a spoon into my hand.

I was unable to hold the hunger for long and ...