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“No, fuck him, he was useless. I’ll do this myself.”
He rolls up his sleeves and lays his hands on the sides of my head. The angered look lingers in his eyes as he commences a healing spell. Already, I begin to feel better.
As the magic flows throughout my body, I peer up at Valkus. To see him so heated and desperate to help me has my body hungry for his touch.
The curve of his mouth coils up into a growl. It’s a stark contrast to the polite smile he typically shows me, causing my mind to wonder about the darker side that lurks within Valkus, a side of him that I’ve only caught mere glimpses of.
Despite how I feel, I want to reach out to him and pull him inside me, so that he could unleash that depravity and claim me as his.
16
VALKUS
“I cannot wait for her to see this.”
I carefully portion out a serving of crioch, arranging it neatly on the plate where it sits alongside pureed figus with an apis honey glaze. The dish has taken lots of tedious preparation, and I don’t want to keep Althia waiting any longer.
I wipe any stray residue off the sides of the plates and take a step back, evaluating the presentation of tonight’s dinner.
“It looks good, but something’s missing,” I mutter, stroking my chin in deep thought. Realizing what’s missing, I snap my fingers. “Just a side of caramelized somana, it’ll be ready then.”
I open the cabinet, checking to see if our chefs have a serving ready. I find a box, but it has barely enough for one person. I know they have some more stored away in the back, so I go to the pantry, scanning each shelf until I find a new box.
When I come back, I grimace at the sight of the crioch on Althia’s plate. Water seeps out from underneath the portion, a sign that it didn’t cook long enough.
“Damn it, I knew I should have let it roast for a little longer, but there was no time… Only one way to tell if it’s edible.”
I sample a very small amount from her plate, chewing it thoroughly.
“Tastes fine to me. I’ll just drain off the excess liquid.”
I carefully tip it off and dollop a handful of the caramelized somana on her plate. With everything done, I pick up the plates and head out to the dining room.
I’m greeted by the sight of Althia, sitting with excellent posture as she looks on with a wide smile. Yiosha is serving her some tea.
“Ah! Thank you for that, Yiosha.”
“Of course,” she says with a bow. “Will there be anything else?”
“No, you’re dismissed for the evening.”
“Very well. Enjoy your meal.”
Yiosha makes a swift exit from the dining room, closing the doors gently behind her. I throw my hands together in delight after serving Althia her food.
“Did you make this all by yourself?” she asks, marveling at her dinner.
“Indeed I did,” I say proudly.
“You never told me that you could cook.”
“I’m full of surprises. Got to keep you on your toes.”
“It smells delicious,” she remarks, inhaling deeply as steam rises up from her plate.
I take my seat beside her before replying.
“What many people these days don’t realize is that food is an art form in itself.”
