Jayden's POV
My back burned with every movement as I shifted in my seat at the dinner table. The whip marks from Father's punishment were still fresh, and judging by my brothers' stiff postures, they were suffering just as much. We didn't even do anything to her today, I thought bitterly, watching Adah across the table as she ate her soup with obvious enjoyment.
"This is delicious," she commented to the cook who was serving, her voice light and cheerful. "You've outdone yourself tonight."
She's enjoying this. Watching us suffer while she plays the innocent victim. I gripped my fork tighter, the metal bending slightly under the pressure.
Father had made his point crystal clear during our punishment. "This is how injustice feels," he'd said, bringing the whip down again. "This is what it
