Betty's POV

The meat was held up to my lips. I was stunned and frightened as he held it up with a smile that looked doting. I couldn't help but almost tremble wondering what tricks he was playing now..

Why was he acting kind? My eyes narrowed on him. His smile became tender and he asked in a gentle tone. "Are you not hungry?" He didn't have to say much but I knew the implications of those words.

I gave Ivan a smile and accepted the meat, the cut was tender and the flavour ...