"Umm, I'm sorry for raising my voice at Sheila earlier," she apologized, causing his right brow to arch.
"Are you not supposed to say this to her?"
Cristian asked, about to pat her shoulder as a sign that he held no grudge, but he imagined a screaming girl with shattered shoulder blades, which made him withdraw his arms back.
This wasn't a matter of controlling his strength. Around his women, he already knew the right strength, but a little girl like Nina might have small bones that would crumble if he accidentally used a higher strength.
Besides, he didn't want to touch her.
Walking into the sitting room, Cristian exhaled. "Okay, I'm hungry; should we-..." He paused, staring at the sumptuous meals on the dining table.
"I told you he'd be hungry." Sheila, who wore an apron as did Medusa, spoke to Zelda, whose pupils dilated when she figured out the man Sheila spoke so much about was the fellow she fought against.
