Nora's POV

"Please try to eat more."

I shook my head, pushing away with feeble hands the bowl of steaming chicken soup Jane was trying to pour down my throat. I had had enough of being fed everything edible that Jane could find in the house. I was certain that I needed rest at that point to recover and not food; rest that I wasn't likely to get anytime soon with the way Jane was hovering around me.

"No," I sighed, hating that I had to verbally announce my refusal.

If only she wasn't such a ...