Chapter 159

Zavian didn’t show any other reaction as he offered her another bite. “I’m glad your father wasn’t an abusive bastard, even if I don’t agree with that particular method.”

Emmeline hummed contentedly around the fork, legs swinging idly as she savored the combined sensations of the rich flavors bursting over her tongue and the feeling of being utterly pampered. “My dad had his own unique way of raising me. I may have missed out on some affection when I was little, but because of him, I learned how to problem-solve on my own.”

She crossed her arms over her chest with an exaggerated pout and groused, “But you’re spoiling me rotten.”

Her playful griping tapered off when she noticed his plate remained untouched. “Okay, enough pampering me for now, Mr. Blackthorn. I want you to eat too.”

Zavian opened his mouth to protest, but she simply plucked the fork from his fingers and skewered another succulent bite before holding it expectantly to his lips. “Open up!”