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To my surprise, he let me mope.
Even this was different from the way Callum treated me. I was always expected to smile before him even if my heart was shattering. My brother hated tears.
It was always exhausting to pretend in front of him. My shoulders were always burdened with the weight of responsibility toward the maids and valets who worked for us. They were the ones who got hurt for my mistakes.
I was one messed-up woman for living a better life with my captors.
“Your order’s here,” a familiar voice spoke over me.
Raising my head, I saw our waitress. She was placing Mikhail’s dish before him.
“Enjoy,” she said in an emotionless tone as she placed my plate before me.
The sight of fourhugepieces of southern fried chicken, slathered with thick, rich gravy, instantly cheered me up. I inhaled the scent of the deep-fried food, feeling my mouth water at once.
I loved deep-fried stuff. They gave me greater pleasure than chocolates and sweets. Of course, Callum deemed them unhealthy and contrabanded them at home.
Picking up a thick-cut fry, I swiped it generously in gravy and took a bite. My eyes nearly closed at the delicious taste.
Ignoring Mikhail, I tucked into the rest of the meal. He didn’t comment even when I tore apart the chicken to separate the crispy fried skin off them. I licked at the grease coating my fingers, thoroughly enjoying my meal.
“Want some dessert?” Mikhail asked.
I was already full from the meal but I nodded anyway. Who knew what waited for me in the future? Might as well use the opportunity to gorge like there was no tomorrow.
“Sure. I want to try their pecan pie.”
“That’s my favorite too.” He called our waitress to the table and ordered our dessert.
“Thank you,” I said after a while.
“For what?”
I gestured all around the diner. “This. It’s been a while I got treated for real.”
“Stop, already,” he said with an exaggerated sigh. “I get it. You lived as a prisoner in your high tower with a dragon guarding you.”
“It’s not funny.”
“Never said it was. Just...hard to believe.”
“Fine. Hand me over to Callum and rid yourself of the burden. Or are you and your brothers so fucked in the head that you’ll keep raping me until you finally get bored of me? And, then what? You’ll take my corpse and burn me. Pretty kind of you to do conduct some last rite rituals for your captive.”
His silvery eyes flashed with anger. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
Thankfully, our waitress came back with our pie before he could hurl further threats at me. I should be scared and meek before him but something kept giving me the courage to speak this way to him.
Am I going to get myself killed soon?I wondered, taking a bite of the pie.
The pie’s filling and flaky crust made me feel like I could happily die after finishing the slice on my plate.
When our meal was over, Mikhail led me out of the diner and toward the parking lot where he kept his bike.
The chilly night made me button up the front of my denim jacket. Mikhail placed the helmet on my head and latched it for me. The gesture was sweet and protective. I smiled but he didn’t notice in the dark.
“A word of caution, Princess,” he said as he mounted his bike. “Yakim’s going to be pissed when we return home. He has no idea what we’ve been up to. So, brace yourself.”
“He’s going to be mad at me?”
