Blood of Revenge

Chapter 20

I couldn't believe it! I mean, who needs five kinds of spoons, forks and knives. I raised my gaze up at Blayze who had already started eating while going through something on his phone.

I made a tiny, adorable, frustrated sound so that he'd notice my desperation.

He took no notice.

I groaned loudly but still, he was too busy.

I kicked him from under the table, hoping that this would get his attention but all he did was keep his gaze on his phone and said, "Don't kick me Astrid."

Frustrated as I was and growled back, "Want me to chuck my shoe at you in this decent environment to make you realise I'm trying to get your attention!?"

He dropped his phone and fork on the table and crossed his arms while looking directly at me.

"Here, you have my attention. Now what do you want?"

"Can I eat with my hands?"

A little bit of shocked glimmered in his eyes but it disappeared in a flash. "No, these forks and spoons were made for a reason. Use them."

"Which one?"

His eyes looked down and the table, only for a moment, and then back at me. He let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he grabbed a hold of a spoon and fork for me. "Now eat."

I was glad that he helped me, especially since I was really hungry. And I was obliged to the food to say a "Thank you" to him.

He raised his brow at me, watching me deeply.

"What?" I asked, my mouth half full with food.

"I think your parents lived long enough to teach to manners."

I shrugged. "What's the point? Its not like I'm going to meet any of these people again. And those who I WILL meet in the near future will one way or another find out my true essence, even if I do show a lot of mannerism right now. Besides, I have the audacity to eat with the proper spoon and fork when I clearly don't see why you need so many."

I heard Blayze chuckle.

A real, not fake at all, chuckle.

It made our eyes travel a path that led them dazing directly at each other's. It felt like the rest of the restaurant and hushed down so that I could hear my own heart-beat fasten. I couldn't look away—didn't have the courage to—and neither did he.

Our food gone cold, our gazes still fixed, I didn't know if I should have felt calmer or much more anxious.

I didn't even realise when his hand had grabbed a hold of mine, rubbing my ring finger, rubbing the ring he had given to me when he made me his... my wedding ring.

I wore it every day, not just because it was the first piece of jewellery anyone had given me but because there was something about it that made me feel... something I had never felt before.

And I couldn't tell what it was.

"Astrid..." his tone slow and heavy, his hands warmer than mine.

He leaned in, I stayed still, and for a moment it felt like the table between us was smaller than it was before.

I didn't know what to do for all I heard in my head was Shut down, shut down, Shut down...! 

Within seconds, I felt his breath brush my cheek, making me have goose bumps. By now, both my hands were in his hold as he made slow circles on my wrist with his thumbs. A soft scent surrounded me, minty and lemony.