Mia walked to the kitchen with a plate in her hand and a satisfactory smile on her face. She just had the best meal ever, she didn't k is if it was because she was starving or Alaric was just a great cook. The savory flavors still lingered as she washed her plate in the sink.
Then she heard footsteps behind her, she turned to see Lucian walk in.
Her heart sank a little as she looked at his cold face.
She knew Lucian had never been warm or welcoming like Morg and Alaric but his disapproving glare always made her feel unwelcomed.
"Hi..hi Lucian," she stuttered, trying to ease the tension. He ignored her and kept looking straight at her.
"A..are you ...hungry?" She asked but received no response.
Mia assumed he didn't want to talk to her so she placed the plate on the shelves and turned to leave when he grabbed her wrist.
