Chapter 572

Zion stormed forward and pulled Maeve protectively behind him. "I told you, don't you ever lay your hands on Maeve," he said grimly. Kurt's smile disappeared as he set down his utensils and removed his scarf. His weathered voice took on a commanding tone. "Is that how you speak to your grandfather?" Years of privilege had left Kurt slightly heavyset. His face bore lines but wasn't overly wrinkled, and his white hair was perfectly groomed, giving him the appearance of a refined gentleman. But his eyes—they were so much like Zion's, sharp and filled with a predatory glint. "Zee, Mr. Spencer Senior wasn't bothering me. We were just eating," Maeve said. At the mention of food, Zion noticed the plate of ravioli in front of Kurt. He walked over, speared one with a fork, and popped it into his mouth as if testing for poison. "They're a bit salty," he commented. Maeve crossed her arms. "Zion, I made those ravioli." "They're delicious," Zion quickly corrected himself. Kurt's expression