—Ew. Who the hell made this soup?

—Me… —Lucca answered while bringing Kate her food—. The doctor said no salt or seasoning for a week, miss. Why do you think I asked for your help?

—I understand. Bastien, eat.

—But it tastes like hell.

—Eat, or I’ll shove it down your throat with a funnel.

Lucca’s eyes widened, then he laughed.

—The lady should oversee punishments. She’s got talent.

—Shut up! —Bastien snapped. Kate jumped slightly, and Lucca looked at him with amusement.

—What? I’m right.

—Can’