*Violet.*
I wouldn’t look at him.
*Vi, I know you’re hungry.*
As if on cue, my stomach growled.
A chuckle. That stupid chuckle. I could throttle him for laughing.
*Baby—*
I’m not his baby.
*Love—*
He does not love me.
*Sweetcheeks?*
Turning, I glared at him and he just beamed. That was the worst one.
*Thought you might like that.* He pushed the plate toward me. *Come. Eat.*
I glanced down at it, the smell making my mouth water. An omelet. I was immediately angry that it looked delicious. I decided that I would have been happier with goat. I wanted a reason to complain about him, not this . . . this enticing, delectable--I'd prefer goat.
*Eat, Vi.*
Sitting up, I took the plate, carefully ignoring him as he took
