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“Not yet,” she replied, helping me stand up. “He’s waiting for you in the dining room.”
My stomach twisted. More time with him meant more chances for him to hurt me with his words.
“Waiting for me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Mica said. “We should go.”
Mica led me through the house. The servants we passed smiled and said I looked pretty, but their words felt hollow after what Adriano had said.
“We’re here,” Mica announced, stopping at the entrance to the dining room. “Master is right there.”
She pointed, but then stepped back. “No one is allowed to approach him while he’s eating.”
“You’re here,” his deep voice made me shiver with fear. He didn’t look up from his food; he just kept eating like I didn’t matter. “Sit.”
I sat as far away from him as I could. If I could have stopped breathin
