The innkeeper nodded once and served the food. Lira began eating with polite restraint while Seraphina picked through her meal, all dignity and impatience woven together. Selene, however, was too busy glaring at the petite ice demoness sitting beside Lucas.
The Ice Belle's wings fluttered as she daintily snatched a piece of roasted meat from Selene's plate with her tiny claws, holding it up like a stolen trophy. Before Selene could reach for it, she coated the meat in a shimmer of frost, took a bite and made a satisfied crunching sound.
"That is the third time," Selene growled, eyes narrowing. "Eat your own food, you frigid little gremlin."
The Ice Belle looked up with an expression that says.... "yours tastes better." She chewed another piece, crunch sounding like she was eating ice cubes.
Selene slammed her fork onto the table. "I swear I will smack you next if you touch my plate again."
