I frown, reluctantly pulling back. “Why not?”
“Because,” she says pointedly, cutting off a portion and setting it aside, “I promised Lis some.”
My mood sours immediately. Especially when she declares we must go deliver it to her.
As we walk toward where Lis lives, I grumble under my breath the entire way, my gaze fixed on the remaining piece of cake in Moe’s hands.
It’s my cake!
Why does she get some of it?
Moe made it formenot her.
Lis receives us outside her accommodation—and even I have to admit, the place looks far more luxurious than anything in our area. The difference in treatment between a high-level warrior and a low-level one is stark.
When Moe holds out the piece of cake, Lis’s eyes widen slightly in what looks like genuine shock.
“For me?” she asks quietly, her voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.
Moe nods with a small smile. “I promised, didn’t I?”
Lis takes it carefully, almost reverently, her fingers delicate around the plate. But instead of eating, she just… stares at it.
For a long moment, she doesn’t move—as if she’s afraid that taking a bite might ruin it.
I narrow my eyes, watching her every reaction, waiting for something to criticize.
Finally, she lifts the cake to her lips and takes a small bite.
A drop of moisture gathers at the corner of her eye.
I stiffen, suspicion flaring.
“It’s good,” she says softly, her gaze fixed on Moe. Her voice trembles just slightly. “It’s so, so good.”
Moe beams at the compliment, clearly pleased. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Of course it’s good,” I cut in with a low grumble, shifting my weight. “Everything Moe does is good.”
“That is true,” Lis agrees without hesitation.
But she doesn’t even look at me.
Not once.
Her entire attention remains on Moe, unwavering, intense in a way that makes something cold coil in my chest.
I will find out what you truly want, Lis,I vow silently.
And when I do… I’ll show Moe exactly why you can’t be trusted.
The momentwe leave Lis behind, her gaze still lingering on Moe in a way I don’t like, I know I’m not done with this.
Not even close.
“I’ll meet you back at the room,” I tell Moe once we’ve put enough distance between us and that fancy little corner of Aimaxion Lis calls home.
She tilts her head. “Where are you going?”
