It had been too long since I ate. That’s what I thought to excuse the unlady like manner in which I was consuming the rabbit. Or perhaps it was the delicious aroma that overwhelmed my nose or the taste of each bite of the perfectly flame cooked piece of meat. Or better yet, it was because I was trying too hard to ignore another particular scent that blended so well with the delicious aroma and made me wish I was devouring something else altogether... or someone.
I was no cook, but there was something about citrus and wine and berries going perfectly together with the flame grilled delicacy. It was a whole tasty meal.
“There is more if you like.” I froze at the sound of his voice. My mouth agape, hand halfway towards it, holding a whole leg of rabbit meat. A glutton, that is how I must ha
