Chapter 158

Zavian trailed behind her. “I’m fine with whatever you make. You could put poison in it and I’d still eat it.”

Emmeline shook her in with a bright smile stretched on her lips. “I don’t know how, but you’re the one who’s poisoned me, numbing my mind. That wicked silver tongue of yours is so dangerous. Hearing too many of your sweet words will make me explode.” She teased.

Zavian’s features sobered briefly. “I’m the one who’s poisoned, baby.”

Her smile softened at the endearment, warmth blossoming in her chest. “At least I’m not alone in that.”

Once in the kitchen, she busied herself retrieving two marinated steaks from the fridge, firing up the oven, and greasing a pan to set over the burner.

Then she turned to where Zavian lingered nearby. “How would you like your steak, Mr. Blackthorn? Well-done or more on the rare side?”

One of his brows winged upward salaciously, and Emmeline knew the response would be deliciously filthy.

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