Elias watched Adeline eat. She was slow with her bites, but chewed and swallowed them. His eyes flickered to her throat, where every action passed through his gaze. He noted she liked soups a lot and wasn't fond of the salads.
He smiled when delight filled her eyes, surprised by the taste of the uni pasta.
For once, she ate everything he offered her. She had emptied a soup bowl and a plate of food which was enough for his nerves to calm down a bit. Next, he made sure she drank a tonic infused with iron-riched food.
"You're surprisingly amiable today," he said.
Elias watched as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin. His attention fell on her thin, pale wrists. They looked like it and the smallest shove would shatter it. How could such a dainty little thing wield a gun so well?
Elias thought back to the assassination. He couldn't fathom that he had forgotten such an important piece of memory.
