Eros doesn’t leave my side anytime soon. He holds me in his arms, and doesn’t even move away, when he gives me the food Teivel brought. I shake my head, having lost my appetite, but he sends me a stern gaze.
“You need to eat, you’re already growing weak,” he informs me, pausing for a brief moment as I avert my gaze to the ground. His fingers are on my chin immediately, lifting my head up, so I’m staring at him again. I realize I might be doing that on purpose. Just so I can have him touch me. “And you can’t afford that if you wish to leave,” he reminds me in a much quieter voice, but I barely comprehend what he’s saying.
I would be lying if I said I don’t miss his touch. Because I know deep down that I still care for him, despite the side he’s playing for. Although, after what I ju
