Be Careful What You Eat
“This is delicious.” Erica grinned as she tried not to rush to the next mouthful of the soft, pale, tender and juicy meat.
“Thank you.” Gabriel smiled. Erica thought she heard a small growl under his voice, but decided she must be hearing things. “Drink some more of your wine,” he suggested. She sipped the red liquid in the glass, ignoring how unnaturally thick it was.
“Thank you,” she said. She shook her head for a moment. Something was making her lightheaded.
“It’s the other white meat,” he said, taking a bite himself.
“Oh, you mean pork?”
“Well, you could call it that,” he said, glancing under the table and wondering whether she’d remember the pleasure of the meal when the drugs wore off, and she found herself with only one leg. He was still hungry, however, and licked his lips as he eyed her other leg.
