"We can talk about this after we finish eating, Viola." Sebastian said smoothly, gesturing toward the meals on the table that had visibly drained the color from her face.
Every single dish on the table contained fish, and at the center of it all sat a large grilled fish on a wide tray that made her stomach turn just looking at it.
"I... I don't eat fish. Can I change my order?" Viola asked, looking up at Sebastian, feeling more hurt than she could put into words. Was he punishing her? What had she done to make him treat her this way so suddenly?
"No. I made these special arrangements for both of us. Doctor Gilbert suggested you eat more of it, it benefits us werewolves, remember? I can feed it to you if—"
"No. You don't have to." She said tightly, balling her fists under the table.
