It was simple. The clasp rested clearly behind her neck, yet she had been facing him.
“Right,” Jareth said quickly, recovering his calm expression. He wore his usual mask again, the gentle and caring Alpha mate. It was frightening how easily he could switch.
“The clasp was stuck,” he explained. “But forget about that. How are you feeling? Should you even be out of bed? The healer said you need rest.”
He walked toward me and reached for my arm, but I stepped back.
Seeing my reaction, he paused. I could see a disappointed gaze flashed in his eyes for a second before it vanished.
“Shara, what’s wrong?” he then asked.
“Nothing, I am just tired,” I answered.
“Of course you are,” he replied softly. “Come sit down. I made breakfast for you. You must regain your strength. For the better future of my Luna.”
Then he pulled out a chair.
Meanwhile, Luvena pretended to arrange scrolls on the counter, refusing to meet my gaze.
“I am not hungry,” I said.
“But you must eat,” Jareth insisted. He lifted a fork filled with eggs and held it toward me like I was a pup.