CHAPTER TWELVE

Kaia crossed her arms over her chest. “As if. It's because I’m hungry.”

“You’re hungry,” Eton repeated, managing to convey how utterly unimportant the fact was to him. His facial expression didn't change at all, and his eyelashes refused to flutter even a bit

“Yes,” Kaia said. “I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.” she couldn’t resist a glance over Eton's shoulder at the large bed dominating the room. It was empty, the sheets crumpled. “So your whore is gone,” she said before she could stop herself.

She immediately regretted it as Eton's gaze sharpened, something like amusement appearing on his face. “Were you listening at the door, little one?”

Kaia glared at him. “I couldn’t sleep all night because of her moans. For the fourth night in a row. And did you have to fuck her at three in the morning in our—in the bathroom we share?” Unable to look Eton in the eye any longer, she shifted her gaze to his left ear. “I’m hungry, and I need something else to wear. The shirt