A Dish Served Cold

He sucked in a harsh breath, his fingers trembling as he quickly set down his fork, making sure no one saw how rattled he was.

Sloane didn't even glance his way. She picked up her fork and moved every single dish he'd put on her plate right back to his tray.

She did it all without a hint of emotion, while Dorian's face was so stormy it looked like it might rain.

He glared at her, brows furrowed.