SHOCKING LEVIATHAN
PORSHA'S POV My breath caught in my throat. “Cook?" Cook for Leviathan and his family? In front of my own parents? The entire hall went silent. Then the whispers began... soft, sharp, poisonous. “She can cook?” “Does the girl even know how to hold a knife?” “Oh this will be entertaining.” Heat flooded my face so quickly I thought I might faint. My mother gasped quietly behind me, while my father shifted uncomfortably in his chair. I didn’t even dare turn toward them, I could feel their eyes burning into my back. Leviathan smirked, enjoying every ounce of my humiliation. “I… I didn’t agree to that,” I whispered sharply under my breath. He leaned down, so close my skin crawled. “You called me a coward, remember?” he whispered, his voice sweet like poison. “So now you’ll prove y
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