Gio smirked. "Teacher Greene, stick with Alaric, and I guarantee your life will never be boring."
The corner of Emerald's mouth twitched. "Yeah… I'm starting to get that feeling."
Not that she was actually scared. She'd raced cars before—extreme sports weren't exactly new to her. Alaric knew that, which was probably why he brought her here in the first place.
With one hand carrying their luggage and the other wrapped around Emerald's waist, Alaric asked gently, "Hungry?"
"Mm-hmm."
"We've got fresh game from the mountains today. It's amazing—you should eat more."
Traveling with him, Emerald realized she hadn't had a simple vegetable salad in ages.
Eula used to tell her to watch her weight, constantly reminding her to stay slim.
Alaric, on the other hand, did the complete opposite—always finding new ways to feed her and make her appreciate the simple joys of life.
Emerald had the kind of metabolism that made weight gain a real concern, so she couldn't help but worry.
