Abbys POV
I watched as Burnt and Atrous scarfed down their plates like they hadn’t eaten in years—like the last supper was now, and dessert was salvation. Not to mention the googly eyes they were throwing each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Honestly, it was both adorable and borderline nauseating.
I quickly realized Burnt couldn’t hear me through the mate bond, which was convenient, considering Zeb and I were making fun of them the whole time.
As Carmen brought in dessert, Burnt reluctantly let me take over again—though I could feel her sulking in the background like a teenager forced to hand over the aux cord.
I watched, wide-eyed, as Carmen poured a clear liquid over the wavy frosting of what looked like an innocent ice cream cake. Then, to my absolute horror—or wa
