Annalise's POV We sat around the table and started serving breakfast. I had moved to pick up a plate but Soren stopped me, lightly brushing my fingers when he took it from me and began doing it for me. He added small amounts of everything then poured me a glass of juice before getting his own and pouring himself a cup of coffee. I sat quietly, chewing on my lower lip, confused and unsure of what had just happened. Soren looked completely unfazed, as if he had done this a thousand times before. Montionless, I still hadn't started eating, my eyes cast down at my food with a small frown. Soren noticed, "What's wrong, Little Wolf? Do you not like it?" He had angled his body towards me on one of the sofas, his furrowed brow mirroring my own. "Yeah, ofcourse. Thank you. I'm just not used to having someone do something so thoughtful for me. I pretty much served the entire packhouse at meal times. If I made a mistake or it was implied that I had even, I wouldn't be allowed to eat
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