Mason Nightshade didn't keep Aurelia waiting for long. Just as the dish was being served, Mason arrived.
She set down the fork and knife in her hands and smiled at Mason.
Mason's heart beat rapidly as a smile played upon his thin lips, and his cold face instantly warmed, his eyes filled with a tenderness that could melt anyone. His woman was truly beautiful.
Thinking of their surroundings, Mason restrained his urge to kiss her and sat down across from her.
Mason had a keen sense of smell. Aurelia, having been confined in a rehab center for so long, had eaten all sorts of stale foods and wasn't sensitive to the smell of spoiled food, but Mason noticed immediately.
Mason's cold, hawk-like eyes glanced at the steak, a storm brewing in his gaze. "Who brought this steak out?"
Aurelia, belatedly realizing, noticed there was a problem with the steak. A faint fishy smell masked by seasonings lingered; it couldn't be detected without careful sniffing. Thankfully, Mason's nose was sharp.
