Faye's POV
I have become a blood bank, or whatever this shit is called.
No matter how much I tried to control my cravings and not eat whatever Yuki cooks, I refused to touch a single bite. Even when she tasted the food herself right in front of me before dropping the plate on my table, I stayed still. I didn't want to get poisoned. I didn't want to risk losing my child to some hidden drug or a witch's potion.
I held on for two long, starving days. I sat there watching the steam rise from the plates until the food went cold and the grease congealed. I thought I could win. But then Yuki got fed up with my silence and threatened me.
