“I can hear your stomach growling, Love. Please eat.” There was no teasing in his tone at the words. None of the sarcastic arrogance. With one hand still on the saddle horn, she took the pear from him and bit into it. The juice was sweet and lush, and at that first bite, she realized how ravenous she was. She practically inhaled the pear, and Sorin was offering her another as she finished off the first.
