Lycina’s POV

I chew the tender piece of roasted venison Kael just fed me as his fork hovers near my lips again, but I wave it off with a soft smile, and for some strange reason, I felt uncomfortable seeing Theron looking at me.

Kael, unaware, his expression stays neutral, his eyes steady on me as he sets the fork down. 

“More wine?” he asks, his voice is caring and sweet, lifting the glass toward me.

I nod, taking a sip, the cool liquid sliding down my throat. It eases the tension in my ...