Lina bit down hard on her lower lip.
So what if they were?
A bunch of blind, foolish males—that's what they were.
Unwilling to accept it, she snatched the cake from one of her mates and strode toward Odian.
"You there," she said, lifting her chin with practiced grace, "I brought a new delicacy—something you've surely never tasted before. Would you like to try it?"
In Lina's mind, the cake must be exceedingly rare. The female who had handed it over earlier had looked reluctant, almost unwilling to part with it.
If even females found it hard to obtain, then males surely had never tasted it.
And now, she was graciously offering it to them.
Something rare. Something delicious. They would be moved. Grateful. Drawn to her.
Even if it cost her a little reluctance, it would be worth it.
She would win over these arrogant males.
Behind her, Peppy pressed a hand to her forehead, utterly mortified.
