"Are you going to eat your breakfast?" she asked him.
"It's for you," he said. He didn't look away from Cole as he spoke. Was he … embarrassed about last night? He probably felt gross for kissing a witch—but, no, that couldn't be it. He didn'tknowshe was a witch.
She looked at him and then back at the food and wondered if this was some kind of trick. She didn't think Nico had poisoned it, though she couldn't use magic to confirm that. But why would he poison it? She was completely at his mercy, and he didn't need to go to those kind of lengths.
Then she wondered if this was a werewolf thing. Was it some sort of power move to provide food for someone? To demonstrate that they were weaker than you and under your control?
Or was it just morning? And that was when people ate breakfast. He wasn't allowing her to go down to the kitchen, but she still needed to eat.
That was probably it. She was just reading too much into it.
Cole seemed fine if a little sweaty, and Nico was running a cool cloth over his brow. There wasn't much more she could do.
She decided to enjoy the breakfast, and she tried not to feel a little weird when she sensed Nico watching her every time she took a bite out of the muffin. The banana was a little more complicated because nowaywas she stuffing that in her mouth with the guy that she had very stupidly made out with the night before staring at her.
Instead, she broke it off into little pieces and popped them into her mouth like bits of candy. In the end, her fingers weresticky and she rubbed them against her shirt instead of licking them clean.
Elise plucked at the fabric since it was so big on her and silently wondered again why Nico couldn't get her a top that fit when it didn't seem to be any trouble to get her properly fitting yoga pants.
She was really trying not to think about him at all, which was hard when he was rightthereand so big. He took up so much space.
She wanted to think of the kiss last night as a mistake. Itwasa mistake.
He was a werewolf. She was a witch, and that was a 100 percent no-go situation. If anyone found out she was crazy enough to have tingly feelings for a werewolf, they would banish her from polite society or something like that.
She had neveractuallyheard of a witch having tingly feelings for a werewolf, so she wasn't sure what the procedure was, but it couldn't be good.
And even if that weren't the case, he had kidnapped her.
Why she had to keep reminding herself of that fact when he was holding her prisoner in his room and she had been confined to the same fifty feet of the house for days, she didn't know. But Nico didn't exactly feel like a jailer.
At times it felt like this was a predicament that they were in together.
If she was being honest, it had been the best kiss of her life by a long shot.
Her coven sisters thought Elise was some untouched, virginal little flower who didn't know what an orgasm was. But Elise had had her fair share of boyfriends. Some of them had been fun, most of them had been disappointing, and none of them had kissed her the way Nico had.
Like he would die if he didn't get a deeper taste of her. Like he wanted to crawl inside her skin and live there forever.
That should have been a little creepy. Instead, it was so freaking hot that her cheeks flushed just thinking about it.
She had it so freaking bad.
And that was a problem.
Elise was already sure that no guy was going to measure up to that kiss. She was going to think about it for the rest of her life, dream about it, fantasize about what could have been if Nico wasn't a werewolf or maybe if she wasn't a witch and if they had just met like normal people. Nothing about this situation was normal. Which brought her back to the alpha lying in the bed.
"How long have you been in here?" she asked and was proud that her voice sounded almost normal, as if there was anything normal about the situation.
"I slept in here," he said.
"Did you think I would sneak back in?" She wanted to curse herself for asking. She really shouldn't be bringing up the fact that she had snuck out of his room and into Cole's. That was only inviting comment, and if he thought about it for too long, he might start questioning her story, and shereallydid not need him to do that.
"It was just a place to sleep," Nico said. He sounded tired. Almost defeated. And a bit … gentle?
He hadn't talked to her in this tone before. Hehadto feel awkward about the kiss. Did he regret it? Did he have a werewolf girlfriend somewhere who would kick his ass because he had kissed an alleged human?
Elise curled her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palms. Oh, she didnotlike the idea that Nico might have some little she-wolf somewhere waiting for him. But that wasn't any of her business. Nico was nothing to her except her kidnapper and her jailer. She had to ignore any other inconvenient feelings.
