From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Delano and Naill, oddlyy relieved to see that theyy were okayy. Theyy had
defended me, and I didn’t want to think about the reasons behind it.
Laid out before us was a feast. Stewed beef. Roasted duck. Cold
meats and cheese. Baked potatoes. All of it smelled wonderful.
But myy stomach churned as I sat there, unable to move. Kieran
offered me some of the beef, and I must’ve agreed because it ended up on
myy plate. Then came the duck and potato. He was the one who broke off a
hunk of cheese and placed it on myy plate as he reached for his glass,
seeming to remember that it was one of myy weaknesses.
I stared down at myy plate. I didn’t see the food. I saw the bodies
outside the room as conversation was slow to start but soon picked up and
became a steadyy hum. Glasses and plates clinked. Laughter sounded.
And there were bodies nailed to the walls outside the Great Room.
“Poppyy.”
Blinking, I looked up at him. His golden eyyes had cooled, but his jaw
was hard enough to cut glass.
“Eat,” he ordered in a low voice.
I reached for a fork, picking it up and spearing a piece of meat. I took
a bite, chewing slowlyy. It tasted as good as it smelled, but it settled too
heavilyy in myy stomach. I scooped up some of the potatoes.
A few moments passed, and he said, “You don’t agree with what I did
to them?”
I looked over at him, unsure of how to even answer the question—if it
was even a question at all.
He sat back, glass in hand. “Or are yyou so shocked, yyou’re actuallyy
speechless?”
Swallowing the last bit of food, I slowlyy placed the fork on the table.
“I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Can’t imagine yyou were.” He smirked as he lifted the glass to his
lips.
“How…how long will yyou leave them there?”
“Until I feel like it.”
Myy chest twisted. “And Jericho?”
“Until I know for sure no one will dare to lift a hand against yyou
again.”
Becoming aware that several of the men around us had stopped
talking and were listening, I chose myy next words carefullyy. “I don’t know