Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Kaya looked at him blankly, then slowly raised her palm toward him.

"Return it."

She beckoned with her fingers, eyes sharp.

Veer immediately leaned back, dodging her hand like a reflex. "Of course not. So cheap," he said, grinning as he stuffed the small piece into his mouth.

Normally, vultures preferred raw meat—fresh kill or dead, didn’t matter. And Veer wasn’t picky. He could rip through flesh without a second thought.

But this?

This dried fish actually tasted good. Salty, a little chewy, but oddly satisfying.

He chewed thoughtfully, then looked at Kaya with a raised brow. "Who made this?"

Kaya didn’t answer at first. Her eyes were locked on his hand that was casually reaching for another piece.

Her tone turned cold. "Take back that hand before I break it."

Veer froze for half a second... then pulled his hand back slowly with a playful grin. "So scary."

Kaya stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes with two quick swipes, and turned without another word. She walked off, calm and firm, like he wasn’t worth wasting another second on.