The moment she sat down, she cleared her throat, met my eyes across the table, and flashed me a triumphant smile. I stared back at her, my fingers tightening against the back of my chair. I honestly couldn't believe that I was being forced to sit down and eat in the exact same dining space with a devil like her.
I turned around on my heel, completely ready to walk out of the room and go back upstairs, but Desmond's deep voice sliced through the air and stopped me before I could take a step.
"Ema is a guest in this house, Ana," Desmond said, his tone cold and demanding as he looked up from his plate. "Do you really have to start your day with that terrible attitude of yours? Sit down right now and eat your breakfast. If you behave yourself, maybe I might actually let you out of your ro
