Page 39 of Veil of Shadows

“Is Dom in charge of planning all of them?”

“That, he is.”

I put my coffee down and picked up a piece of bacon. “That suits him well.”

“We make sure everyone is suited to their jobs well around here. Helps with morale, especially during times like these.”

I finish my bacon and pick up a piece before I hand it to him. “Want one?”

He shook his head. “You need to eat.”

“So do you. Have you eaten yet?”

“I have.”

I wiggled the bacon at him. “Did you eat enough?”

He looked down at it. “You’re not going to stop wiggling it, are you?”

I moved it closer to his face and kept wiggling it. “Nope.”

He rolled his eyes before he plucked it from my fingers and tossed it into his mouth. A piece of bacon that size would’ve taken me three bites. Maybe even four. But to him, it was nothing but a little appetizer.

“Thanks,” he said after swallowing.

“Want anymore?” I asked as I pointed to my plate.

His hardened gray gaze pinned me to the bed. “Eat, Bumblebee. I won’t tell you again.”

I grinned as I picked up my fork and stabbed at a strawberry. “So testy.”

As a smirk slid across his face, Dom’s voice rose from the hell beneath us. “I need our musicians! Auditions start in thirty!”

Ronyn groaned. “I don’t know why he insists on auditions.”

I furrowed my brow as I kept spearing the fruit. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “Dom gives a performance spot to every musician that auditions. I don’t know why he does them if he’s just going to tell everyone they can perform.”

The thought spread a smile across my face. “That’s… actually kind of sweet.”

“Not very time efficient, though,” he murmured.

I reached out and swatted at his thigh playfully with my hand. “Of course, you’d be more concerned about time allotment. But, not everything has to be efficient to serve a purpose.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You sound like Dom.”

I shrugged as I took another bite from my fruit. “Is that a bad thing?”

He reached for a grape off my plate and tossed it into his mouth. “Guess not.”

“That’s the spirit.”

A comfortable silence fell between us, and yet I couldn’t help but to ask. “How did you get that scar across your right eye?”

He stared at me with a blank expression for a moment, and I panicked.

“I mean, if it’s too personal?—”

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