Sienna’s POVLucian casually reaches for a piece of toast — my toast — but instead of placing it on my plate, he lifts it to my mouth.Like we’re alone.Like nothing happened.Like three people are not watching us with wide, stunned eyes.I rear back. “Lucian. What are you—”“Feeding you,” he says, tone maddeningly calm. “You didn’t eat a real dinner last night.”My face heats. “Lucian—no—stop—”The man tilts the toast slightly closer. “Open your mouth.”Ivan chokes on his coffee.Adrian slams his spoon down. “Lucian, she can feed herself.”Lucian doesn’t look away from me. “She’s pregnant. She gets tired. I’m helping.”“You’re being insufferable,” I hiss under my breath.He shrugs, not remotely ashamed. “Then eat so I can be done.”It’s the “be done” that gets me — because he’s not budging. And everyone is staring. And if I fight him more, this will turn into another shouting match.So I glare, grab the toast from his hand, and take a bite on my own just to spite him.He smirks like
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