Why are you in my room?”
“Because I can be.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
“Save it, Rochester. You broke my nose.”
“Does it hurt?”
He lifted a hand toward his face and dropped it. “You could say that.”
“Good.”
He nudged a tray on the floor with his boot. It had oatmeal, toast, and orange juice on it. “Hungry?”
Honor’s stomach growled. “No.”
Ryder’s lips turned up in a fleeting sadistic smile. He kicked the tray across the room. It hit the wall and overturned. “Good.
Autore: Lindy Zart
