Rodah's POV I sat on the edge of the mattress, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring blankly at the wall. I had been giving Martinez the silent treatment for the last two hours since the incident in his study. My throat ached from all the screaming, and my chest felt hollow, bruised by Seraphina’s venomous words.The heavy bedroom door pushed open. I didn't even turn my head. I heard his heavy, predatory footsteps cross the hardwood floor, stopping right in front of me."Still ignoring me, Rodah?" Martinez’s voice was a low, gravelly vibration.I kept my eyes fixed on the blank wall, clamping my mouth shut. I was defensive, angry, and completely unwilling to give him a single shred of my voice.Instead of grabbing my jaw or shouting back, Martinez let out a dark, amused chuckle. I heard him pull something from his pocket. Suddenly, a bright screen was shoved directly into my line of vision."Look at the screen, wife," he commanded.I tried to look away, but the sudden, raw s
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