Chapter 350: A Feast of Rocks, Poison, and Questionable Snacks
Elyn's POV
The staff wasted no time.
The moment Zorathys gave his order, the demons disappeared into the kitchen, and within minutes, the large table before us began filling with food.
One platter after another was placed down.
Then another.
And another.
I stared.
At some point, I lost count.
There were dishes made from things I was fairly certain did not exist anywhere outside the Demon Realm. Some were steaming, some glowed faintly, and a few looked as though someone had taken pieces of the earth itself, seasoned them and decided they were perfectly acceptable things to eat.
I was about to comment on it when my stomach betrayed me.
A loud rumble echoed through the restaurant.
I froze.
So did everyone else.
Azerion looked at me.
Then at my stomach.
Then back at me.
A slow grin spread across his face.
"You're hungry too."
I cleared my throat.
"I didn't say I wasn't."
