CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME?

They sat in silence for a bit before Serena looked up at Darius, she fiddled with the spoon in her head. 

"Are you sure?" she asked at last, her voice gentle but insistent. " It wouldn't take much time to make something for your headache."

Darius smiled to himself before waving a dismissive hand. "I'm alright, Serena."

He could tell she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She wanted to say more but kept it to herself.

The sound of spoons scraping against ceramic dishes echoed in the dining area.

He pointed at Serena, and she looked around wildly.

"You have something… no… there."

A bit of pie had gotten onto her cheek, and he was trying to point it out to her. 

She blinked at him before reaching up blindly, missing the spot entirely. Darius leaned forward, brushing his thumb against her cheek to wipe it away.