“Enough of…of this, vaerina. Open the door.” “No.” Something scraped against the other side of the door. His claws? “I prepared food for you. A gourmet meal. Come and eat with me, Avery.” “I’m not hungry, and I’m still mad at you.” At least one of those statements was a lie. “You haven’t had anything since this morning. You can be mad at me while you eat, just open the door and come downstairs.” There was a pause. “Please.” Avery’s lips twitched into a smile. She couldn’t help but compare this to the scene from Beauty and the Beast when Belle refused to join the Beast for dinner.
