Nina's POV
Kai wasn't just picky about his food. He was a tyrant. Tonight, his cruelty was more than mere pickiness. It had grown into something monstrous and unsettling.
"This is disgusting," he declared, spearing the limp scrambled eggs with his fork and holding it up to the light like he was inspecting a particularly repulsive bug. "Are you trying to off me with your... culinary... 'skills,' Nina?"
My temper flared.
“No, Kai," I shot back, my voice surprisingly steady. "It's just scrambled eggs and waffles. Not exactly foie gras, but I don't see how it qualifies as attempted murder."
A dry laughter escaped his lips. He raised his cold as steel eyes to my face, his eyes narrowing into slits.
“Scrambled eggs and waffles? You call this... this... breakfast... an acceptable offering f
