Joella’s POVHe grabbed my wrist under the table. Not hard. Just firm. He held my hand still against him, and he turned his head and looked at me, and the look in his eyes made my whole body go hot all over again. Dark. Hungry. Promising.“Keep going,” he said quietly, “and I will take you into Eleni’s back storeroom and bend you over a sack of flour.”My breath caught.“You wouldn’t.”“Try me.”I thought about it. Really thought about it. For a whole second.Then Daphne came around the pillar with our plates and I yanked my hand back so fast I knocked over the olives.“Lamb with potatoes!” she said cheerfully, setting it down. “And pastitsio for Cavern. Oh no, the olives! Don’t worry, I’ll get more.”“Thank you,” Cavern said, his voice a little rougher than before.She left. I picked olives up off the table with shaking fingers. Shaking for a completely different reason now. Cavern watched me with that dark, amused look, and I refused to look back at him.The lamb was the best thing
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