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I inhale too quickly. A stifled cough is ballooning in my
throat.
His glassy green eyes glint in my direction.
“Are you not hungry?” Words dipped in sugar. His gloved
hand touches my wrist and I nearly sprain it in my haste to
distance myself from him.
I could eat every person in this room. “No, thank you.”
He licks his bottom lip into a smile. “Don’t confuse
stupidity for bravery, love. I know you haven’t eaten
anything in days.”
Something in my patience snaps. “I’d really rather die than
eat your food and listen to you call me love,” I tell him.
Adam drops his fork.
Warner spares him a swift glance and when he looks my
way again his eyes have hardened. He holds my gaze for a
few infinitely long seconds before he pulls a gun out of his
jacket pocket. He fires.
The entire room screams to a stop.
My heart is flapping wings against my throat.
I turn my head very, very slowly to follow the direction of
Warner’s gun only to see he’s shot some kind of meat right
through the bone. The platter of food is slightly steaming
across the room, the meal heaped less than a foot away
from the guests. He shot it without even looking. He
could’ve killed someone.
It takes all of my energy to remain very, very still.
Warner drops the gun on my plate. The silence gives it
space to clatter around the universe and back. “Choose your
words very wisely, Juliette. One word from me and your life
here won’t be so easy.”
I blink.
Adam pushes a plate of food in front of me; the strength of
his gaze is like a white-hot poker pressed against my skin. I
look up and he cocks his head the tiniest millimeter. His
eyes are saying Please.
I pick up my fork.