Predatory Marriage (Web Novel)

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“First, eat something…” he muttered. The inn was brightly lit inside and quiet. Though there were no customers, Leah smelled something so delicious, she had to swallow her saliva. Suddenly, she was as hungry as if she hadnt eaten those dates. Usually the smell of food made her nauseous, but this time it sharpened her appetite.

“Are you hungry?” Ishakan asked, smiling at the sparkle in her eyes.

She was too hungry to try to save face. Leah nodded instantly, and Ishakan strode past the empty tables to the farthest table in the back, pulling Leahs hood back as they sat down.

“Haban,” he said, calling someone over. A Kurkan approached proudly, carrying a tray in each hand. Leah recognized him as the same Kurkan that had rendered Countess Melissa unconscious.

“Kurkan food. We cooked the foods you liked in the past, though Im not sure if they will be to your taste now,” he said as he placed the tray on the table and arranged the plates. “Mura asked me to be sure to tell you she cooked it herself. I made the zaatar manakeesh.”

Most of these words made no sense, but his good will was very clear.

“Thank you,” she said, startling him with her formal tone.