Chapter 67

David set the takeout bag on the table without saying a word. The calmness in his face was scarier than his earlier rage; it was the kind of calm that came after a storm but promised another one soon. Lily was still sprawled on the floor, her hair a mess around her face, her breath shaky. He crouched down in front of her, tilting his head as his sharp eyes roamed over her. “You really can’t stand, huh?” His voice was low, almost taunting, yet there was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze frustration, guilt, maybe both. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. David ignored her and slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her back, scooping her up effortlessly. Lily squirmed, slapping weakly at his chest, but he carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing. He placed her gently on the mattress, his movements infuriatingly careful, like he was mocking her. “Stay,” he muttered, pulling the blanket over her legs. “I didn’t ask for