But now she was wondering what they saw when they looked at her. Someone scrawny? Too thin? Ugly?

Oh God.

Did they think she was ugly?

“Hey, Tamsyn, look at me.” Salem placed his hand under her chin and tilted her face up. He gave her a firm look. “You are beautiful.”

Shit.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes,” Alexei growled from across the table. He had a plate heaped high with food in front of him. “And I do not like it. You could never be ugly.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I didn’t mean to,” Roman said, sounding upset.

Shit.

She was messing this all up.

Turning to him, she reached out to grab his hand then stopped herself. “It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I made you feel ugly.”

“No. Really. That was all me.” She shook her head. “It’s just . . . you really researched what I should be eating?”

“To make sure you’re healthy,” Salem said firmly. “No other reason. You are so beautiful and amazing. We just want you to be healthy too.”

“I never get sick,” she protested. “I really think I eat fine.”

“Then eat,” Alexei grumbled. “All of us should eat before this gets cold.”

She tried. She really did.

But she felt so self-conscious.

It was ridiculous.

Why should she care what they thought of her? She had never worried about it before.

Urgh.

Awakening emotions could be annoying. It came with all these other things to worry about.

So. Frustrating.

“Is the food all right?” Salem asked quietly.

“Oh yes, it’s really nice. I just don’t seem to be that hungry.”

And because her body was against her lately, her stomach chose that moment to gurgle.

Crap.

But Salem didn’t say anything. Instead, to her shock, he reached over and grabbed her fork. Then he used it to scoop up some meat and potatoes.

What was he doing?

Was he going to eat her food? Well. If he was hungry, he should go for it.