“Why did you think that Obsidian forced me?”Devrim’s fork froze halfway to his mouth as his eyes shot up to mine, then Ezra’s, and finally back to mine. He lowered his fork and placed it back on his plate. Crossing his arms, Devrim leaned back and sighed. “Vanya—”“I get that you can’t tell me anything because I’m not part of your pride.” I sucked in a breath and blew it out. “I have a right to know why you would accuse him of that.”Devrim licked his lips and uncrossed his arms. “Eat your food, rosebud,” he said softly. “We will talk about this when you’re done.”Warmth flooded me as his endearment rolled through me. It was almost like when Ezra called me sugarplum and Obsidian called me sweets.My eyes dropped to the plate in front of me. One of the pride members had delivered the food Surrey had cooked half an hour ago, but like they had said, her food was tasteless.Pushing my plate away, I crossed my arms and looked back up at him. “I’m done.”“You barely ate,” Ezra said, frowni
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