Elizabeth's POV
Stirring my tea slowly, I forced my hands to stay steady. I hated the way the letter got to me. Someone was having fun playing with me and whoever it was, stayed in the house.
God. I hate that man!
Meeting Lance was a shock and now I had to live in constant fear, watching over my back because he had someone watch me.
He made my skin crawl and I couldn't wait to get him out of my life permanently.
Adam watched me from across the table, not taking his eyes off me for a second. He was quiet, stirring his coffee like a mindless wreck.
"How long are you going to stay quiet?" He asked, pulling my attention from my thoughts.
"Huh?" I muttered.
" I like you talking. It's like a slave camp here," he continued.
"I'm just tired," I said and shrugged my sho
