“This was not what I meant when I said lunch.” Dremon flops down on the beautiful green lawn next to her and hands her an iced tea. “But I appreciate that you thought of sharing it with the children.”
He looks content as he stares at the children, who are all excitedly chatting away while they have a simple lunch. It is some kind of bread that Arora has never tasted with beef that was steamed together with vegetables.
“Well, giving them lunch is much healthier than feeding them sweets!” Her eyes grow wide and he laughs at her.
Stalos explained that meat is very expensive around here, but Dremon didn’t bat an eye when he ordered the food. After lunch, they say their goodbyes to the children, and he takes her hand.
Walking down a small alleyway, her heart starts to race. He ducks into an
