The dinner table had turned into a battlefield. Not one drenched in blood or chaos like the ones they'd faced earlier that day—but one far more dangerous for Hugo Redrich's pride.
He sat across from Lea, elbow on the table, chin resting on his palm, trying to look casual even though his real focus was on her plate.
Lea, however, already knew what he was planning. Her mint-green eyes narrowed in mock suspicion as she guarded her steak with her fork poised like a weapon.
"Don't even think about it," she warned.
Hugo gave his most innocent smile—one that had charmed entire nations before. "Think about what, sweetheart?"
"About stealing my food." Lea's tone was dead serious, but the corner of her lips twitched.
Hugo chuckled lowly, leaning forward just a little. "Come on, you're full already. Sharing is caring, right?"
"I'm not full," she shot back, stabbing another bite of steak before he could reach for it. "And sharing is optional."
