"Is there something wrong with the castle food?" Elias calmly asked in a frigid voice, a cruel smile upon his sharp features. His eyes were set ablaze. It was just food. Eating it was as easy as opening the mouth, chewing, then swallowing. Surely, it wasn't too hard for her?
"No, the food is delicious," Adeline admitted. She brushed strands of hair behind her ears, searching for a way to distract herself.
Adeline didn't like his frustration. She would've preferred it if he was violent. That way, she could predict his next moves. But he was too peaceful, even when irked. She couldn't understand how and why. What gave him this much patience?
"Then why won't you eat, Adeline?" Elias asked.
Adeline wrung her fingers together. He was intensely watching her, his gaze boring a hole into her skull. She wondered if he knew what she was thinking. But mind-reading was not a written power of a Pure-Bred. Or so, she hoped it… it would be a terrifying ability.
"I'm sorry," she finally said.
