"Cadence. Why are you being petty? Just give it to me..." Elais followed closely behind the man, his voice a mix of impatience and persuasion. But Cadence had already made up his mind. There was no way—absolutely no way—he was going to let Elais feed the porridge he had prepared to someone else.
Elais, meanwhile, was already regretting the words that had slipped out of his mouth earlier. When he first saw the porridge Cadence had made, he had been thrilled, almost giddy with happiness. It had felt like a small victory, proof that Melanie's plan to bring Cadence closer to him was actually working.
And in that moment of excitement, he had foolishly thought he could tease Cadence, maybe even spark a little jealousy—just to see how he would react. The impulse had been too strong to resist.
