Chapter 43

Silvia Alpha Sherman instantly froze beside me, his entire body tensing as though I'd slapped him. I immediately regretted asking that question. His broad shoulders stiffened, jaw clenching tight enough to see the muscle working beneath his skin, those piercing blue eyes flashing with something cold and distant. I couldn't bear the sudden wall between us. The last thing I wanted was to make him think I was wavering because of his hot-and-cold attitude. That I was overthinking things. Forcing a bright smile, I pointed toward the plate on the kitchen table. "Forget I said anything. Are these for me?" He blinked, his tense posture relaxing slightly as he followed my gaze to the carefully arranged club sandwich. He gave a curt nod, a low rumble of acknowledgment vibrating in his throat. I picked up one of the sandwiches, feeling the slight warmth of the toasted bread against my fingertips. Taking a bite, my taste buds were flooded with the rich combination of flavors - the saltiness of the