Alina's pov
Clatter!
The plate slammed against the table, sending the food flying straight onto my clothes.
"This tastes completely disgusting," Ilya sneered, brushing her fingers off like she had just touched trash.
Lucian's eyes flashed with a dangerous alpha light. He bolted out of his chair, his fists clenching as he prepared to tear her apart for touching me. I caught his gaze instantly. I gave a subtle, low sigh and shook my head, silently telling him no. It wasn't worth breaking our cover over.
Reluctantly, Lucian sank back down into his seat without a word, though his jaw remained completely locked in rage.
"I am so sorry, Ilya," I said smoothly, forcing a submissive look onto my face. "I will go back and make something much better for you."
