“She prefers oatmeal and honey for the morning meal.” It baffled him how a plain grain could satisfy her and keep her from hunger but she insisted.
“Unless someone is there to spoon-feed her, she’s limited to what she can eat with one hand.” She picked up an orange globe and gestured with it.
Shame flooded Paax. He should be the one to feed his mate. She should not struggle on her own. Only his pride kept him from her side.
It boiled down to pride. He might be bad at explaining his reasoning and logic but his pride smarted when his mate did not accept that he had her best intentions in mind. She consumed his thoughts and directed his every action. How could she doubt him?
Because he avoided her when she needed him, like an honorless dog.
Paax plucked an orange globe off the tray and b
