BIANCA'S POV

The smell from the container gassed across my nose as I opened the lid. My hand trembled with the can in it, eyes drifting between the bottle and Rhaegal.

Gently, I placed the bottle back on the table. “I can't,”

Rhaegal looked over his shoulder holding his stare long enough for the silence to snap at the edges. “I wasn’t asking.”

I pushed the bottle away. It rolled slightly before settling near the edge.

“I heard you the first time,” I replied, my voice ...