Elise
There was a twist in my gut I couldn’t ignore as I lifted the fork to my mouth, shoving in a piece of ravioli. The buttery richness should have melted on my tongue, but it tasted like cardboard. My hand trembled—just slightly—but enough for me to notice.
And no.
It had nothing to do with Hunter taunting the ever-loving f***s out of me.
My eyes flicked toward Darius. He was actively engaged in an intense staring contest with the whiskey tumbler in his grip, his knuckles turning a shade paler by the second. If sheer force of will could shatter glass, he’d already be picking shards out of his lap.
I knew I struck a nerve—possibly every single one in his body. And I should have been reveling in it. Should have been grinning, thriving off the way he looked one wrong move away from co
