KATHERINE POV
I would never be tired of seeing all of them shatter beneath him. That thought flickered through my mind as I let myself sink into the warm afternoon sunlight filtering through the glass roof of the orangerie. It was one of those spaces that made your heart catch: a fountain gurgled quietly behind us, its marble edges dappled with sunlight, while talk oak trees mingled with bamboos and orchids, leaning over the edges of the paths as if to eavesdrop on our gathering.
But right now, I wasn’t here to admire the view. I was starving. Famished. My belly rumbled so loudly it was practically feral. The little pup inside me seemed just as impatient. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for food, and every time I glanced at the elegantly set table, my mouth watered uncontrollably.
