Chapter 122

Victoria's POV I rolled my eyes at his suspicious look. Here I was, slaving over a hot stove, and he thought I had some hidden agenda. "What's with the paranoia?" I asked, setting the last dish down with a satisfying thunk. "I cooked because I was bored out of my mind. After everything that went down... I owed you one. You've never actually tasted my cooking, so dig in!" I was pretty damn confident in my kitchen skills, though I wasn't sure if they'd blow Damian's mind or just pass muster. He grabbed his fork and knife, slicing into the perfectly golden beef Wellington I'd spent hours perfecting. The pastry shattered beautifully, revealing the pink, juicy center wrapped in earthy mushroom duxelles. When he took that first bite, I held my breath. His eyebrows shot up—barely there, but I caught it. "Not bad, right?" I couldn't resist gloating. "I'm no Gordon Ramsay, but I could hold my own in a cook-off." "Didn't expect a pack princess to know her way around a kitchen," he said, already