Chapter 29- Breakfast, Anyone?

Letisha’s POV

“No?” I asked incredulously. I’d expected some protest against my request. I knew instinctively he would insist I rest, but I hadn’t expected him to deny me outright.

Becoming a bit spoiled, aren’t you, Leti?

That might be true. He did have a tendency to spoil me, and I realized immediately that I had become accustomed to it.

I sent him a stubborn look. “What do you mean by that?”

“I think it’s self-explanatory, Little One,” Adrian drawled, his expression just as stubborn as mine.

I ignored his tone and tried to reason with him calmly. “I need my sketchpad. I need to review my design.”

“The only thing you need is to rest,” Adrian insisted.

“There isn’t enough time!” I snapped. Why couldn’t he understand?

“This isn’t worth compromising your health, Letisha.” His voice was stern and uncompromising. It wasn’t a tone I wasn’t used to hearing from him. At least, not directed towards me.