DAMIEN’S POV
I watched Aria wolf down her dinner with no regard for class. It was amazing, the way her fingers dug into the fish and tore it into pieces, stuffing it in her mouth. The guests at the other table looked horrified, but she didn’t seem to care. Her expression was one born of someone who had just witnessed a heavenly scene; eyes rolling back in her head, cheeks puffy with food and joy, mouth moving in circles. My own dinner sat uneaten.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
When she was done, she looked at me sheepishly, then smiled.
“I hadn’t realized how hungry I was,” she admitted.
“Yes. A lion couldn’t have eaten with as much gusto as you did.”
She pursed her lips and looked away.
I felt a twinge of guilt in my heart.
”Aria-”
She whirled on me. “Well, excuse me if I enjo
