"I'm sorry," Iestyn whispered, looking down at the food in his hands. He felt the urge to throw it away, go on hunger strike, and die with her. Hadn't he promised never to leave her?
He glanced towards Lucifer, wondering if he dared to try anything. Lucifer had been insistent on his food being a reward for good behaviour, while Addy got punished. He didn't think he had the strength to split the bottle open anyway. He wanted to give her the water, but...