To say that she was nerveless would be a lie. She was apprehensive. Hoping that today would be different than yesterday.
She opened the door after knocking twice. Her mate came into view, indifferent as before. Drowning himself in papers.
"Leave. You have no business here," he spat, not batting an eye on her.
"I brought you breakfast."
The silence was his reply.
"You should try the chicken soup that I made. Maybe it would warm you up for a bit. I don’t know your favorite dessert…so I made a chocolate mousse."
"Are you done?" he asked, arching an angry brow at her and making her flinch. In a flash, he was in front of her. "I could snap your head like a twig, right this second. That would make you shut your mouth forever," he chuckled darkly.
She took a few steps back until her back h
