ANNA'S POV
Logan had told Luca about the tea before I'd decided whether to. So the one thing I meant to keep off the table was the only thing dinner was for.
He came at seven and sat across from me and asked about my day, and I told him about the tea.
Not all of it. Enough. The words Felicia had used, and the table going quiet under them, and my hands shaking when I poured.
"She said you were exhausted," he said. "Playing the doting wife."
I set down my fork. "You heard about it."
"Logan told me." His jaw set. "Why didn't you?"
"Because it wasn't important."
His hand went still on his glass. "It was important."
He was looking at me. Not through me, not past me. At me.
"Felicia's allowed to have opinions," I said. "The bargain doesn't silence her."
"The bargain doesn't require yo
