Returning to the house, I was ordered by Jaymes to wait for dinner as I expected to take it alone and became eager to eat the cuisine before me now. But just before the servants would exit the kitchen with my meal in tow, a second one would be accompanied behind it, followed by the steps of Warren at my back. Immediately, I would turn to face him, but watched as he observed the space around me as if I wasn’t even present. For a moment, I believed this may be to my benefit, before I looked across the table to him and watched him look at me with pure disgust.
This had been the first time when we had been before one another that I was actually fearful of him and this was because unlike when he held a gun to my face or used my father’s life over my head to sign documents and even follow his
