Corbin Crowley shifted back to human form, watching as she handed Kian Sterling a heaping plate of pork intestines—and Kian was eating it with such relish, too.
He didn't know if it was just in his head, but it really did seem even more appetizing now.
He couldn't help swallowing hard, his gaze uncontrollably drifting to the stone pot, eyeing that last half-pot of stir-fried pork intestines.
Silver eyes flashed with inner torment.
He wanted to eat, but just couldn't swallow his pride.
Luna Sutton caught his look and almost laughed out loud.
If you want to eat, then just eat—no one's going to laugh at you! What's the big dilemma?
She deliberately picked up a piece of pork intestine, popped it in her mouth, her face full of satisfaction, even smacking her lips for effect.
Corbin: "..."
His face darkened further, and he turned away with an expression of utter disdain, refusing to look her way anymore.
This damn fat woman is definitely doing this on purpose.
