That made her blood boil, but she knew she had no choice. Both for her sake and the Dark Lord’s. If she had to deal with him, she wanted to do it as strong as she possibly could be. So she leaned forward and with roughness, scooped the food onto her plate. Tom sat back and watched her the entire time, up until she took her first bite. Only then did he momentarily look away from her and get his own plate of food. It was when he began cutting into his chicken that he began talking.