Naomi
I sat beside Gavril as the car started to wind its way down the interstate, heading back to the mansion. I was pleasantly full from dinner, and he had been right; the filet had practically melted in my mouth with each bite.
But the filet wasn’t the only star in the room tonight. No. The bigger one had been my husband and what he did. All throughout dinner, we had been watched by the restaurant, presumably because everyone was waiting for Gavril to do something else they had never seen before.
Truthfully speaking, I did too. I had seen a familiar flash in his eyes after he dispatched that man. For a brief, terrifying moment, I was convinced he was about to bend me over the table and take me there.
And I would have loved it.
He hadn’t, of course. Instead, he had been unfailingly p
