I scowled at Ryker, looking between his eyes the spoon in front of my lips with disdain. “I'm capable of feeding myself," I said, glaring daggers at him.But Ryker remained adamant, his hand holding the spoon in front of my mouth steadily. "Open your mouth and eat," he commanded, his voice low and husky.I tried to protest again, but Ryker's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Don't make me force-feed you, Arianna," he warned icily.I glared at him, but I knew I was no match for him. I was too tired, too weak, and I was experiencing pain all over my body. I gave in, not because I was scared of him, but because I just didn't have the energy to fight.I opened my mouth, and Ryker spooned the soup into my mouth. I ate silently, trying to avoid his gaze, but Ryker seemed determined to meet my eyes. He fed me like a child, wiping whatever drop of liquid off my chin at intervals, even when I protested."Stop it," I muttered, trying to push his hand away. "I can do that myself."But a ghost o
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