Page 136 of The Protective Gryphen

It was clear that he was starving.

The nonstop sex was making him hungry all of the time, and he liked that Gryphen didn’t want him to be slim just to be slim.

He loved him how he was, and that was a first for him.

Out of curiosity, Gryphen went with the haggis, wanting to try it.

As he cracked it open, he scooped some up. Tasting it, he wasn’t disappointed.

“Try this,” he said, feeding Ian some of it to see what he thought of it.

“Yay or nay?” he asked.

It had an interesting texture, and he didn’t dislike it. It was tasty.

“I kind of like it,” he said. “What’s this?” Ian asked, pointing to a round of sausage.

Oh, well, that was going to be the interesting one.

“That is black pudding.”

“Dessert?” he asked.

“Uh, do you want me to tell you, or would you like to try it first and then find out what it is? Because that’s going to be the one that most people struggle with,” he stated.

He went with the latter.

He tried it, and then shook his head.

Immediately, he knew that wasn’t for him. It didn’t sit right on his taste buds.

“Nope. That tastes like a mouthful of pennies, and since I’m a Fed, and I work with Elizabeth, I know that the copper smell and taste is blood.”

He laughed.

“You’re right. It’s made with blood.”

Yep.

Nope.

That was coming off his culinary tour of Scotland immediately.

“Jesus. That is not a breakfast food. In my world, that’s a case that needs to be solved.”

He snorted.

“Elizabeth would say the same thing.”

What sane person wouldn’t? That’s what Ian really wanted to know.

“Are you going to try it?” Ian asked.

Gryphen nodded.

“Yeah, because then, I can say I did it.”

He took a bite, and then in true Gryphen fashion, he ate the whole thing.

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