Chapter 15

“How about I make us some food?” Derek kept his voice low and inviting.

“I’m not hungry.”

Derek tried not to frown. “Come on. You should eat. Get your strength back. I promise, I’m a good cook.”

“I said I wasn’t hungry,” Blake bit out. Derek went still at the unexpected outburst. Blake froze, too. He sighed heavily. “Sorry. I’m still queasy, actually. It usually takes a while for that to pass.”

Derek knew that was a common side effect, but all the reports suggested it passed within an hour or two of coming back. It had been at least three, going on four, since King pulled the sword from Blake’s chest.

“You sure?” Derek was careful to keep his inquiry light. He had to check, but he didn’t want to piss Blake off.

“Yeah. By dinner, I’ll be almost a hundred percent and probably starving. But right now just the thought of food—” Blake blanched. “No thank you.”