Selene's POV ~
The dishes spread across the table made my eyes widen again. Bowls of steaming soup, warm bread, roasted vegetables, and even some simple meat dishes. My stomach gave a loud growl at the smell, betraying me completely.
I had not eaten properly yesterday. The running, the exhaustion, the pain—none of it had allowed me to think of food. But now, faced with the sight, my body remembered its hunger all at once.
Kieran noticed. His lips curved, and he gestured toward the table. "Sit. Eat before it gets cold."
I hesitated for a moment, but hunger won over pride. Slowly, I sat down and picked up the spoon. The first taste made me pause.
It was… good.
Warmth spread over my tongue, a gentle flavor, rich and comforting. I blinked down at the bowl in surprise, then stole a quick glance at him. "You… cooked this?"
He gave a small nod, his expression calm, though a faint glimmer of something softer lingered in his eyes.
"It's good," I admitted quietly.
