Chapter 13: Backdoor Access
Zayela snorted.
"That’s cute. But I’m not the one skipping meals like an idiot."
She stood up before he could argue, brushing past him on the way to the kitchen.
"You’re eating something. End of discussion."
Nash tried to protest, but she was already moving, digging through cabinets like she was defusing a bomb, slamming a pot down with too much force, muttering curses under her breath when a spoon clanged to the floor.
He followed slowly, dropping into the chipped chair behind her, trying not to look too obvious.
[TIME REMAINING: 54 minutes]
[INTIMATE COMPASSION QUEST: Incomplete]
Reward forfeited at midnight.
His knee bounced under the table. Every time he looked at her, the system pulsed again. A little louder. A little more demanding.
Must involve gentle skin contact.
Must carry emotional vulnerability.