"Fool."
The word hissed out of Gianna's mouth the very second the door clicked shut behind Noah. It was sharp, venomous, and dripping with a disdain so pure it made Olive flinch in her seat.
"Complete and utter fool," Gianna muttered again, her gaze fixed on the polished lunchbox as if it were a biohazard. She looked as though she wanted nothing more than to hurl the expensive metal container across the room and watch the glazed salmon splatter against the far wall.
But then, her stomach betrayed her. A low, distinct rumble echoed in the quiet office.
Gianna closed her eyes for a brief moment, a grimace flickering across her face. She looked down at the dish, her resentment warring with her biology. If she was going to survive this mission, she needed to build a skin so tough that even the touch of Noah wouldn't leave a mark.
Eating his food was a small, bitter price to pay for the strength to ruin him.
