"You hoped I wouldn't be home, so you could walk around half-naked like that?" She could feel his presence trailing behind her as she sat down.
But he didn't move to face her. Instead, he loomed behind her, his closeness tingling the hairs on her nape.
"This is what I usually wear around this hour. I'm just having a late dinner tonight."
"So that bastard didn't even feed you after he ate you?" His hand brushed her hair aside, fingertips grazing her neck.
Lethia let out a bitter laugh in her head.
Of course, for beasts like them, she was nothing but a delicious piece of meat ready to be devoured. Why the hell should she bother about their feelings when all they ever wanted was to feast on her like prey?
"Someone interrupted at the right time, so I didn't even think about food," she said coldly, unbothered, and continued eating her chicken soup.
