There were dark smudges under his eyes but regardless of that, he still looked infuriatingly handsome. “I thought you’d be up at this hour,” he said casually, using his foot to push the door close.
I stared at what he was holding. There were plates of assorted breads and a mug of steaming brewed coffee. My mouth started to water instantly at the smell of freshly baked pastries. My stomach growled; I haven’t realized that the last time I’ve eaten anything was yesterday morning.
The familiar taste and aroma of black coffee seemed to lift my mood and pull me from the frightening shiver of my earlier dreams. James’ eyes seemed to trace my every movement as I scarfed down the pastries unabashedly. The corners of his lips quirked up and I glared at him, stopping my hand in mid-air as I was about to stuff another bun in my mouth.
“It’s quite startling to see such a skinny girl like you devouring so much food,” James commented, smirking at me.
I ignored him and continued chewing the soft and decadent bun, my stomach growling in contentment. “I would think no less of the Nocturnal Hunter” I muttered under my breath, “to eat commoner