Chapter 116

OPHELIA Giorgios’s dark-blue eyes narrow. “Why are you refusing to eat, Ophelia?” I tip my chin. “I’m not hungry.” “Perhaps I would believe that if your stomach were not growling like a mountain lion.” Annoyed at my body’s betrayal, I press my hand to my belly and glare at him. Meanwhile, Axl, Xavier, and Malachi grow tenser with each passing second. “I’m not feeling well. I don’t feel like eating.” He blows out a long, slow breath and takes his napkin from his lap before rolling it into a ball and tossing it onto the table. “Another lie,” he says, his tone unusually calm. The tension in the room grows so thick I can taste it. We’ve got you, Cupcake, Xavier assures me. Whatever happens, we won’t let him touch you. I glance at them and then quickly back to Giorgios. In their weakened state, I’m not sure the three of them are a match for the eldest son of House Drakos. But I remain forever grateful for their presence, which alone never fails to bring me strength and comfort. “I don’t wan