For a moment, the world around them faded. The voices, the presence of others—all of it melted into the background as Isabella lifted the spoon toward Kian's lips.
The rich scent of spices and meat lingered between them, the warmth of the food mingling with the heat of her skin as she held it up to him, her fingers barely brushing against his.
Kian didn't move right away. His blue eyes held hers, unreadable, unyielding. But Isabella wasn't the type to back down.
Her lips curved slightly. "What? Afraid it might be poisoned?"
His eyes flickered with something—amusement? Challenge? It was hard to tell.
Then, without breaking eye contact, Kian leaned in.
His lips parted as he took the spoon into his mouth, slow and deliberate, the warm broth sliding over his tongue.
Isabella felt her breath hitch. Why the hell did this look so—
A sharp exhale sounded from Zara's direction, but neither of them acknowledged her.
