Irina
I stood by the chair, staring down at the empty plate in front of me. My stomach was tight with anger and fear.
Alexei gestured to the seat again. "Sit, Irina."
I did not move. "I want to go home."
"This is your home now," he said softly.
"No," I said firmly. "My home is with Dimitri. Take me back."
He picked up his coffee cup and took a slow sip. "Sit down and eat your breakfast."
"I will not eat anything until you take me back!" I crossed my arms over my chest.
His green eyes finally met mine. And it was cold and dangerous.
"You will sit," he said quietly. "And you will eat. Or I will hold you down and force every bite down your throat myself."
My cheeks burned with shame and anger. He would do it. I knew he would.
I sat down heavily in the chair,
