Just as Lilia was about to open her mouth—growl, growl—her stomach betrayed her.
Lilia's cheeks flushed instantly, her body stiffening in embarrassment. Why now, of all times? She curled her fingers into the fabric of the shirt, pressing her palm against her stomach as if that could silence the offending noise. But it was too late.
A deep chuckle rumbled in front of her.
She didn't dare look up at him. Her face burned hotter than the morning sun filtering through the windows.
Zethan finally pulled away from her, his voice low and steady. "Go on."
The word was simple, but something about the way he said it—calm, assured—sent a strange shiver down her spine. It was as if he were giving her permission, allowing her to move freely.
Still avoiding his gaze, Lilia turned toward the kitchen area, eager to distract herself with something—anything. Breakfast. Pancakes. That would do.
