Roman places a plate of diced chicken in front of me. I ignore it just like I had ignored every other food he had placed in front of me.
I push my rice around the plate, not in the least bit concerned that Roman had told me ‘to stop sulking’. Well, f**k him. If he didn't want me to sulk, then he shouldn't go around terrorizing people around me.
“I didn't kill him.” Roman says in a solemn tone that catches me by surprise.
I glare at him, gripping my fork tightly in a fist. In the short period we've been here, I've considered stabbing him with this fork more than a thousand times. “It's nice to know you still have a working moral compass.”
“Anything for you, Princess.” Roman says with a smirk probably happy that he was able to get a rise out of me.
“I was being sarcastic.” I say to
