Chapter 229 - You were going too slow. I was helping

Voren heard her. That much was obvious. He just wasn’t going to answer.

He picked up the menu instead, giving it the kind of focused, unhurried attention that belonged to a man who had unilaterally decided the subject no longer existed and was moving forward accordingly.

His eyes tracked down the laminated page like he was genuinely weighing his options, which under different circumstances, with a different person sitting across from him, might have actually been convincing.

"Dragon stew, Nebula platter, crystal forest salad, volcano dumplings," he told the waiter without looking up, "and the aurora dessert sphere at the end."

Seraphine stared at the side of his face. "You should’ve let me order."

The annoyance in her voice was real, and only partly about the food. He’d dismissed her question with such complete, unrattled composure, hadn’t fumbled, stalled, or even had the decency to pretend he hadn’t heard it.

He’d just decided it didn’t exist anymore and kept moving, and that specific brand of control was somehow worse than if he’d gotten defensive about it. Defensiveness she could work with. But this, she couldn’t.

"You’ve never eaten out here," Voren said, setting the menu down. Reasonable. Patient. Like he genuinely believed he was doing her a favor. "I’ve been here plenty of times with Ravyn, actually so just trust me on this one."

Seraphine rolled her eyes and quietly made herself a promise that she would find something wrong with every single dish. It would’ve been a satisfying plan to hold onto if the food hadn’t arrived looking and smelling exactly the way it did.

The waiters arranged everything across the wide table with practiced efficiency, and the aromas that rose up from the dishes hit her somewhere deep, layered and complex, nothing like anything she could place or compare to something she’d had before.

watching her with the faint, knowing patience of someone who had already sat across from this exact reaction before and was in no rush. "Whatever you like most, we can get

the crystal forest salad first. Tall glass bowl, crunchy greens and candied nuts and fruit that caught the light like something cut from gemstone, dry ice mist curling lazily up from

Then another. Her face made a genuine effort to stay neutral about it, but it didn’t quite

actually incredible," she said. "What is it

The satisfaction in Voren’s voice was quiet, but

served on a sizzling stone plate, a thin curl of fragrant heat rising up from the red dipping sauce, and lifted one toward her mouth with

anyone paying attention. His hand moved

Seraphine went completely still.

quiet, inconvenient awareness that there was

just reached for the food and offered it the way you offer something to someone you’re comfortable with

considerably ahead of his brain on this one, and it

from his

from three different

said, turning back to her plate with considerably more composure than the moment probably

blinked. One clean, sharp recalibration. ’What did you just do?’ he asked

sound at least somewhat sheepish about it. ’You were going too slow.

it looked

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