Claire's POV
"Why aren't you eating?" Lucius asked.
"I am, I am," I quickly nodded, stabbing a piece of broccoli with my fork and eating it into my mouth.
The vegetables were admittedly delicious,far better than anything I normally ate. Each bite burst with flavor that spoke of premium ingredients and skilled preparation. But no matter how expertly prepared they might be... they were still just vegetables.
My body craved protein. The pregnancy had amplified my hunger for meat to an almost primal level.
After several minutes of hesitation, I finally worked up the courage to ask, "Don't you usually eat meat?"
Lucius's expression remained impassive. "You said you wanted to throw up when you smelled something greasy, and wanted to eat something light?"
"I..." Words faile
