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“But how about we enjoy this marvelous food you made while we do?”

Marvelous.

I look down before he can see how much one stupid word affects me.

Compliments aren't easy for me. Receiving them, anyway. Growing up, I've never had many.

And even when Damian says them so easily, some awful little voice inside me still whispers that he's exaggerating.

That he wants something.

That eventually he'll realize I’m not worth it.

“I'll never lie to you, Belinda.”

My head snaps up.

His eyes widen slightly. Mine probably do too.

“Did you just read my mind?”

“A little.”

“What?”

“Not the words.”

I start pulling my hand away. Damian immediately loosens his fingers.

He lets me go.

That hurts, but it also matters.

“Explain.”

“The bond lets me feel you.”

I stare at him.

“Feel me how?”

“Emotions, mostly. Strong ones.” He grimaces.

“Great. So, apparently insecurity is loud. Wonderful.”

“I didn't mean⁠—”

“Can I feel yours?”

He goes quiet.

“I think you're starting to.”

Well, that's not terrifying at all.

“And can you turn it off?”

“I'm not sure, but I’ve been learning more about it from my mated cousins.”