Chapter 323 Midnight Hunger

Third Person POV

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When Aubrey finally woke, it was deep into the night. Hunger gnawed at her, but more than that, the heat roused her–Henry’s heat.

At some point, he had climbed onto the narrow cot, arms locked tightly around her. His chest pressed to her back, the furnace of his body soaking her skin until sweat beaded at her nape. She shifted, only to find his hold unyielding, even in sleep, a reflexive claim he would not release.

She turned her head. In the wash of moonlight through the window, his eyes remained shut, his breathing steady, though his brow bore the faint lines of strain. She thought of the agony he had taken on in her stead, and something in her heart softened despite herself. She could not wake him.

Carefully, she lifted the heavy arm draped across her waist, slipped free, and eased toward the floor.

But before her feet touched the ground, a low, husky voice broke the silence.

“Where are you going?”

She froze, then turned back. His eyes were open, sharp and lucid–he hadn’t been asleep at all.

Suppressing a sigh, she answered, “I’m going to the kitchen. I’m hungry.”

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morning,” she countered. “No need to

legs down. “Then I’ll come


“You can’t cook.”

brow arched. Cooking couldn’t

just get

he said simply.

than the main house. The

“Looks like it’s pasta.”

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objection. With few ingredients, preparation was quick. He sat back and watched as she cracked eggs, whisked them smooth, and lowered the noodles into

the concentration in her eyes–it made Henry’s pulse thrum. Hunger twisted deeper, not just


had been starving for

“Eat.”

bowl before him. He tried it, and despite himself,

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