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.

said, watching her with the faint, knowing patience of someone who had already sat across from this exact reaction before and was in

like something cut from gemstone, dry ice mist curling lazily up from the base and dissolving before it reached

Then another. Her face made a genuine effort

is actually incredible," she said. "What is

in Voren’s voice was quiet, but it

cheese and spiced meat and 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

to anyone paying attention. His

Seraphine went completely still.

moment she didn’t move at all, caught somewhere between the instinct to pull back and the quiet, inconvenient

offer something to someone you’re comfortable

wolf was operating somewhere considerably ahead of his brain on this one,

from

three different

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

sharp recalibration. ’What did

had the grace to sound at least somewhat sheepish about it.

is not what it looked like

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