Tearing my gaze from her sad face, I stole her empty plate and replaced it with my untouched, full one.
She sucked in a breath as I nudged the delicious smelling food closer.
I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to.
She knew what I offered, and she’d accept—if she knew what was fucking good for her.
Alrik’s fork clattered to the tablecloth, smearing garlic sauce and oil. “Wait…she can have a sandwich. There isn’t enough for—”
I held up my hand with a sharp glare. “I’m not hungry. She is. Problem solved.”
Besides, there was power in not eating when everyone else was. I had the freedom to stare and calculate. I could ask questions and probe all while they swallowed inconvenient mouthfuls, scrambling for lies.
No, this was perfect.
offf, Elder... içimin parçalandığını söylememe gerek yok zaten, ben bu seriye başladığım an öldüm