CHAPTER 43
"Eat," Clara rasped, her voice lacking its usual bite, sounding instead like dry parchment rubbing together.
She didn't wait for an invitation. She walked into the room and placed the tray on the small bedside table.
The aroma of the soup hit Isabella, making her stomach cramped painfully in response but she didn't move. She stayed pressed against the wall, her hands hidden in the long sleeves of Lucian's coat.
"I'm not hungry." The lie tasted thin even to her own ears. Clara didn't flinch. She simply adjusted the spoon on the tray.
"I might not regain my magic anytime soon but I can still detect a liar," she said softly, her pale gaze flickering to Isabella's stomach when it gave another traitorous twist, then back to her face.
One brow arched. "Your stomach is screaming loud enough for even my dulled ears to hear. You are starving."
