Kate’s POV
Dinner was a quiet affair, the only sound being the clinking of silverware against fine china. Dante looked exhausted, the shadows under his eyes testifying to the grueling day he’d had dismantling Damien’s regime. He ate mechanically, his mind clearly still in the war room, reviewing strategies and numbers.
I watched him, picking at the roast beef the chef had prepared. The rich flavor was lost on me. All I could taste was the bitterness of Maddie’s parting words.
Helpless housewife.
"Is the food not to your liking?" Dante asked without looking up, his voice cutting through my thoughts.
"It's fine," I said, setting my fork down. "I'm just not hungry."
Dante finally raised his eyes, scanning my face with that intensity that always made me feel like he could read my mind. "
