Chapter sixty three

Zirah's POV

"I'm listening." I folded my hands across my chest. She opened her mouth to speak but the microwave dinged loudly, signaling that her meal was really, and she murmured an apology before turning back to the food.

She brought the roasted chicken out which smelled heavenly by the way- and stored the sauce one more time, before straining the pasta and diving it into two portions.

She heaped sauce on each of them and placed two chickens on the plate before arranging them on a tray and brushing past me to the Center room.

She placed it on a table and invited me to take my seat before rushing off to bring water for me and a bottle of wine for herself.

"Let's eat. I'm hungry!" She clapped her hands in delight and dug into the meal without waiting for me.

She made several noises as she ate, moaning each time she took in another forkful of pasta.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" She said, looking at my door untouched plate.

I picked up the fork, twirled a piece of pasta around my fork, dipp