Elora didn't drink the wine, saving it for last. She sensed that once she drank it, the wine would overpower the flavor of the food.
But the rich scent kept entering her nose, making it hard to control herself; if she had known earlier, she would have stopped him from pouring her a cup until she finished eating.
"What do you plan to do about the church? They haven't visited since that day they left," Thorn's question snapped her attention away from the wine cup.
She looked up, studying his expression as she asked calmly, "Are you afraid of the church retaliation?"
Thorn shook his head; his face contorted with disgust and chilling hatred as he thought about the church of light. "My people hate the church to the core, after they almost stole our children for sex slaves for those depraved priests and bishops, and when it didn't work, they waged war against us, saying we're unholy and needed to be purged."
