Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 49

He stares at me for a beat too long, his jaw working. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he says, “Come on. Let me make you something to eat.” 

Later… 

The kitchen smells incredible. Not only that–Fury has filled the once–empty cupboards and fridge with all kinds of food. 

I sit at the small wooden table, watching in disbelief as he moves around the kitchen with practiced ease. Pots clink. Something sizzles in the pan. My mouth starts watering before he even sets the plate down. 

“You know how to cook?” I ask, surprised. 

He grunts as he places the food in front of me. “A warrior’s gotta survive somehow.” 

I shrug. “Didn’t picture you making stew. More like… gutting boars with your teeth.” 

He snorts, the ghost of a smile flickering across his face. I don’t even hesitate–I dig in fast, shoveling food into my mouth like a ravenous beast, barely chewing. 

“Whoa,” Fury says, raising an eyebrow. “Slow down before you choke to death on scrambled eggs and grilled meat.” 

“Too late,” I mumble through a mouthful. 

I finish the bowl in minutes, licking the spoon clean before leaning back with a satisfied sigh, rubbing my stomach. 

Fury slides a cup of water toward me. “Drink this. You’re ridiculous.” 

I take it gratefully, gulping down half before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Thanks… seriously.” 

He doesn’t answer right away. His face turns serious, and I feel the shift in the air. 

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