"You might think the locals don't know how to cook, but, mm..." Rowan picked up the sliced pork from his plate and tossed it into his mouth, closing his eyes to chew it.
"That good?" Chester asked, taking a slice from his plate.
"That good," Rowan opened his eyes and looked at Elian, who had his head lowered toward his lap.
"Is this what you enjoyed down here, Elian? The cooking is magnificent," Rowan gently picked up another slice and held it to Elian's lips, "here."
Lucien's hands itched under the table to yank Rowan's hand away from Elian, but he wanted Elian to eat... needed him to eat. He could no longer stand watching Elian emaciated right in front of him.
Elian was reluctant, but slowly, he parted his lips, ready to accept Rowan's feeding.
"He deserves to die!" a man shouted not so far away from the table.
Elian immediately withdrew, hands clenched on top of his thighs.
