Chapter 25

• Arabella Rivera
• "Thanks." I spoke softly as I made my way over to her. I pry the bowl away from her hand gently while her eyes continued to scrutinize my room like she was an undercover cop.
• Growing uncomfortable by her sudden interest which was leaking with suspicion, I place the bowl down on the bedside table and turn to her. "Is that all?" I asked with an impatient edge in my voice while tugging the ends of the oversized shirt covering me until mid-thigh.