Chapter 63

"It's too bitter," I whined, tilting my head away from the soup Nola made me.

Since the pack doctor suggested last night while he grimly put my two broken fingers in a cast that kale could ensure a quick recovery according to its health benefits, Nola made it her mission to feed me just that first thing in the morning. When she was unsuccessful, she resorted to her ultimate weapon.

"Bitter works better," Hades replied while literally pushing the spoon through my lips.

"No." I furrowed my brows from the unfamiliarity of those words. "You just made it up, didn't you?"

"I did."

My eyes widened. How conceited could he be to admit that even?

I stuck my tongue out at him. "It's not gonna work on me."

He stared at me for a few seconds, a ghost of an amusement dancing in the corner of his lips. "In that case," he put down the bowl on the bedside table and reached into his suit jacket, "I might have to bribe you."

I frowned again when he pulled his hand out of his inner breast pocket. A