He opened his mouth to speak. He was going to ask her who he needed to kill to make her eyes look like that.
"Cutie is going to have an absolute breakdown when he finds out you're drinking straight from the carton again," Kaya said, her voice slightly raspy, cutting him off before he could make it tragic.
Veer paused, the lethal tension in his jaw faltering for a fraction of a second. He looked down at the plastic jug, then back up at her, a slow, ridiculously arrogant smirk curving his lips.
"Cutie is a maid trapped in a giant's body. Let him weep over his sanitized groceries," Veer drawled smoothly. He leaned back against the open refrigerator door, completely unbothered by the cold air hitting his bare back. His golden eyes dragged slowly down the length of her silk robe, heating up the freezing kitchen by ten degrees. "Besides, I was thirsty. Unless my wife has come down here to offer a better way to quench it?"
