The table was set, and for the first time in almost half a year, I was sitting with everyone I loved.
The food smelled good—warm and rich with spices.
Dishes of all kinds were laid out on the high table and looking at them, I was sure as fuck that only grandma could have made them.
As for Pixie—
"Judge her when you start putting food on the table, brat. Focus on eating right now." Even though it seemed that Damien was lecturing me but I knew he just wanted me to dig in so he can share the taste through our mental connection.
This bastard lol—
Roasted meat, buttered vegetables, freshly baked bread, and even a sweet custard dish at the end.
It was way too much food for the four of us, surely.
"Eat," Sylvie said, pushing a bowl toward me.
I sighed, grabbing a spoon.
I wasn't particularly hungry, but seeing Pixie stuffing her face full of bread like she hadn't eaten something tasty in years made me feel like I should at least pretend to have an appetite.
