I stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, staring at Rafael. The silence stretched between us like a wire about to snap.
"I was saying that I deserve to know what's happening," I finally managed, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Someone is targeting me, and I have a right to understand why."
Rafael stepped closer, and I had to fight the urge to back away from him. His dark eyes never left mine.
"You have a right to whatever I decide you have a right to," he said quietly. "Nothing more."
"That's not how marriage works."
His laugh was cold. "This isn't a normal marriage, princess. You know that."
"Then what is it exactly?" The words came out sharper than I intended. "Because I'm getting tired of being kept in the dark about everything that affects my life."
"Your life belongs to me now
