Across the table from Lennart and Zedya, Virve pointedly ignored the affectionate couple as she threw an exaggerated, ravenous look toward Georg while rubbing her belly and glancing furtively toward her empty bowl.
Of course, she hadn't missed Lennart's struggle with the sorbet, or a single word of his whispered conversation with Zedya. Nor had she failed to notice the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her, or the way his gaze seemed to focus on the pulse within her neck…
The Oak Witch might not have senses as sharp as a vampire's, but she wasn't an ordinary person anymore either. Still, even though she'd noticed, she said nothing and pretended that she was completely oblivious to her former companion's struggles.
