I lowered my head. My nose stung, and I could barely keep the heat from rising to my eyes.
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek and forced my voice to stay even. "I'm just hungry."
He didn't push further. After all, that morning kiss had always been something I insisted upon, a small ritual I treasured. To him, it had never held the same meaning.
He settled into his seat, grabbed a piece of honeyed bread, and took a bite. Then, as if suddenly remembering, he asked, "By the way, which pack was that alliance pact with yesterday? I don't think I ever inquired."
I kept my composure steady. "The Emberstone Pack. Would you like to review the blood oath terms?"
He was quiet for a moment.
Just as cold sweat began to prick at my palms, he laughed and reached over to ruffle my hair with casual affection. "I trust you."
I ducked my head, a sour ache spreading through my chest like slow poison.
I had even secretly hoped that maybe, just this once, he would show some genuine interest in my work for the pack. Ask if there were any concerns with the alliance terms. Any hidden dangers lurking in the fine details.
But reality proved it was just another one-sided dream.