Vinorca Jona POV

"How are you feeling?" Masen asked as soon as we came out at a place void of any other presence.

I inhaled a large amount of oxygen to get over the breathlessness I'd been feeling before. "Very much alive, more than what I was feeling the past few hours."

"Damn, was it that bad?" His lips puckered into a pout. A pout? He looked so cute. A thirty-five-year-old man shouldn't look that cute. But he was.

"The food was too delicious, though. I am ready for another round," I said, rubbing my swollen tummy. "I could go through many days like this if the food is like...