A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Now we’re alone again, and the food is steaming between us. I’m afraid to touch anything. Grey is studying me, and he says, “I can have a guard taste it.” I’m being ridiculous. I have tasters in the kitchens, anyway. But still. “No, no,” I say after a moment. But I don’t touch the food. Grey gives me an ironic glance, then swiftly slices a small piece of everything on his plate and tries it all. I stare at him with wide eyes. He has magic that would keep him safe, surely, but— “It’s fine.” He lifts his plate and gestures for us to switch. “Take mine.” I feel sheepish, but I swap with him anyway. I imagine sitting here alone, staring at a platter, watching it get cold while I deliberate over whether someone would poison me. I’m so relieved that he stayed, that he’s here, that I nearly burst into tears over my food. I have to swipe dampness away from my eyes. “Indeed,” says Grey. “Your chef’s roasted chicken often brings me to tears, too.” His voice is so dry that it makes me giggle through my tears. “In a good way?” He grimaces. “No. She may as well light it on fire.”

i could cry over my love for them oml