Chapter 56

Midway through the meal, she paused with her knife, the meat was too firm to cut without making a mess, and she didn’t feel like struggling. Stefan noticed.

Before she could say anything, he reached across the table, took her plate gently, and began cutting the meat into bite-sized pieces.

She blinked.

“What are you doing?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

He didn’t even glance up. “Feeding my wife.”

And just like that, he speared a piece with her fork and ...