“Did you just… growl at me?” the warden asked in astonishment. He’d apparently removed his hat a moment ago, and he held it in his claws now as he stared down at me, his sleek white eyebrows raised. “I didn’t!” I protested, heat pouring through my cheeks. “My stomach did!” “Your stomach growled at me?” His intense orange eyes made an agonizing exploration down my neck, to my breasts, to my belly. Where it stayed. “Stop that,” I cried. “Stop what?” he asked, still staring at my stomach. I wondered if he could see the way it swooped so sharply beneath his gaze. “Stop looking at me!”
