Winston immediately straightened under her probing gaze. Releasing a quiet inward sigh, the butler decided to tattle shamelessly. After all, he had been worried sick about his master as well.
"Madam, it has actually been three days since Master last consumed even a bite of food. Although demons can go several days without food, they are in a much better state when they eat regularly... especially after the strain of the full moon."
Gavriel's sharp gaze snapped towards his loyal butler, who had just betrayed him with the ease of a man who had already accepted his fate.
Meanwhile, Winston immediately looked away, suddenly finding the chandelier the most captivating thing he had ever seen.
Before Gavriel could speak, a sudden sound of cutlery pulled his focus back to the table. He turned to find a fork raised right before his lips, bearing a piece of steak.
He tracked past the silver to Aliana, who returned his gaze with a stern look. "Eat," she commanded, "or I won't either."
