The server appeared sometime later, placing food before Theon, then Felicity, before finally setting a bowl of steaming broth before her with a side of crusty bread. Broth. Fucking great. It was probably too salty too. Just like she was forced to endure at the Estate where broth had been her meal for weeks when other food was withheld. “You are so good to her, Theon,” Felicity praised again when Theon ordered a bottle of ginger ale to be brought, still believing Tessa to be ill. Tessa had to fight the eye roll. “As I said,” Theon was saying, cutting into his steak, “I take care of what is
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