Pretty Little Head

"You should ask Troy Tiberias," Cruden stated. "He was the one who set up the betrothal. Not me."

Roselia swallowed. A rational answer from a sane man. She wondered if there was more than what met the eyes. If she pried, would he tell? She pondered that idea as she finished making them lunch. Even as she plated the food for the brothers, she couldn't help, but feel like Cruden was beating around the bush.

Cruden answered questions like a politician. Roselia could see why he was the Alpha. He was an expert on turning the game in his favor. He was even better at speaking. 

Roselia ate in silence, stuffing more food into her mouth before she even finished chewing and swallowing.

"The food isn't running away from you," Kallum muttered, disgust visible on his face. "Slow down. You eat faster than a prepubescent teenage boy."