AMELIA’S P.O.V
Blake kept a close eye on me while I ate. He walked towards the kitchen to give me a semblance of space but even I knew to take that with a grain of salt. I had already eaten most of the food and so far, nothing had happened so it was safe to say that it wasn’t poisoned.
My wolf was already rousing and she had regained very little of her strength but I could feel her going around in my mind. She was just as antsy as I was about the situation. It was unknown territory and I wasn’t sure how to act about this. The Blake I knew before would never have kidnapped a girl. So much had changed about him.
“Are you done?” he asked snapping me out of my thoughts. I wasn’t done by a long shot but my appetite was gone so I handed him the plate. “Did you enjoy it? I know I’m not a great cook but I think I did a good job.”
