Claire'sPOV
"Baby, wake up and have some soup," Evander's low, hoarse voice broke through my light sleep.
I groaned softly, my body feeling heavy and sore. Blinking my eyes open, I muttered, "How did I fall asleep?" I tried to sit up, but a sharp ache shot through me, making me wince in pain. Then, the memories of last night crashed into my mind.
Fuck.
My gaze darted to the wall clock—it was already 7 a.m. The damn beast. He tortured me the whole night after feeding me.
"Let me help you." Evander set the soup aside and gently supported me as I struggled to sit up. I shot him a glare.
"Look what you have done to me!" I huffed as I pouted in frustration. My entire body felt like I had run a marathon— no, fuck that, an endless marathon.
Evander chuckled, his deep eyes gleaming with amusement. "What?" he teased, tilting his head. "You provoked me, remember?"
"That was just a little teasing," I grumbled, sinking back against the pillows.
