Aurelia's POV
Dinner was a nightmare disguised as a family meal.
The dining room was elegant—crystal chandelier casting warm light over polished mahogany, expensive china gleaming on the table. Mom sat beside Marcus, practically glowing with happiness as she shared stories about her new life. Marcus was the perfect gentleman, attentive and kind, asking about my studies with genuine interest.
And his seven sons? They were predators in designer clothes.
"Aurelia, you've barely touched your salmon," Marcus observed with fatherly concern. "Is everything alright?"
Everything is not alright. I forced a smile. "It's delicious. I'm just not very hungry."
The truth was, I couldn't eat with Jaxon's hand creeping along my thigh under the tablecloth. Every time I pushed it away, Drake's finge
