RAINEYThe dining room was silent except for the clinking of cutlery against china. I wasn't eating or doing anything except stabbing the pork with my fork.I could feel his eyes on me, and it made my blood boil. He didn’t seem disturbed by the anger written on my face; instead, he took pleasure in watching me bend, twist, and finally break in front of him.“The meat is so soft,” he said, “why are you stabbing it like it’s leather?”I looked up to meet his gaze, and my heart thudded—not out of fear, but because of a feeling I couldn’t quite place.“Last night was hell,” I said, setting my fork down. “I thought I could finally have my peace, but even at midnight, you didn’t let me have that. You watched me all night and…”“And you liked it?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear.I picked the fork back up, gripping it tightly. My gaze was stern, and I ground my teeth together, as if I might murder him soon.“One thing I’d never do in my life, Silas Valetti,” I said, pausing to watch the
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