Anelisa

The spoon was shaking in my hand, and I knew I couldn't stall any longer.

With a sense of resignation, I raised the spoon to my lips, closed my eyes, and almost drew the food with my teeth from the spoon when Ryker held my hand, stopping me just as I was about to take a bite.

"Ah, ah, ah," he teased "Shouldn't I eat the meal served by my queen, even though it's poisoned?"

I swallowed, feeling all guilty and dreadful.

How did he know? How did he figure it out?

Somehow, I didn't want him ...