ALYSSA
My heart beats wildly in my chest as Alpha Alaric stands beside me. How much did he hear from our conversation?
"I, um, I'm sure anyone would love the soup Madam Ria made," I point at the bowl on the table near me while sweat trickles down my back.
Alaric looks at the soup with a light frown. "I
see." I hope he buys my lie. His sharp gaze lands on me as he tilts his head. "I thought you two were talking about something else by the look on your faces. Something more...serious."
I feel the lump in my throat. Are we that obvious?
Madam Ria's voice breaks the awkward tension in the air. "Alyssa is quite serious when it comes to food. It shows through her good skills that she doesn't take it lightly."
