Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 265

"You lost the right to say all that to me the moment you-

"The moment I what?" he growled, tightening his grip just slightly. Those to protect you in a way you didn't understand? Chose to do the right thing in order for me to finally be able to keep you?"

God. His voice. So calm it was maddening. So sure, so steady. As if he truly believed he was doing the right thing

But I wasn't a child. And I wasn't weak. Not anymore.

I swallowed the storm rising in my throat and slowly pried my wrist from his grasp.

"You need to go."

Kester tilted his head and gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Eat something first." He gestured to the bag.

"I'm not eating anything you bring me," I said, but even a child would see that I was sincerely hungry for whatever was contained in that bag.

As if he sensed the cracks spiderwebbing through my pride, Kester dipped his hand into the bag with that maddening calm of his.

I watched him, arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to suppress the groan in my stomach that had turned vicious the moment the scent of food hit me.

And God, it hit like a storm.

He pulled out a small, rectangular box wrapped in clean parchment paper. The scent hit me first-rich, buttery, smoky, with the faintest trail of herbs and roasted meat.

My stomach growled loudly.

It was mortifying.

Pretending I wasn't now eyeing

as he set the first box on the table and reached into

unwrapped it, and the aroma

Meat pies.

ones Jake had been trying

No.

cooked in a peppered gravy, bits of roasted sweet onion,

that..." My voice cracked

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said. "From Elowen's. You always used to say they were better

afford.

I swallowed hard.

pie in front of me and reached into the bag again. This

chilled linen.

My heart stopped.

"You didn't," I whispered.

just enough for me to

the way you like

condensation trailing down its sides, droplets clinging to the rim

reach for it.

knew.

my throat. "You're leaving as

once and stepped back from the