With face as taut as stone and eyes gradually misting from a burning spiciness, Rain rose and said through clenched teeth, "I'm done eating, sire. I will put the awful dishes away and take my leave now."
She'll rather swallow the horrible porridge than have to endure listening to his bitter words any further.
"But I'm not done eating, Rain" Derek objected with a straight face.
Eyes widened, Rain looked at him in shock and malice. "But you..."
"I what?" Derek placed his spoon down on the table with a loud clank. His dense lashes swept up and narrowed nearly to slits. "I merely reviewed the food, I never denied eating. Sit back down, Rain."
