th her silver fork. The golden yolk burst

a massive piece of the muffin, dripping with

h ingredients exploded on her tongue. He

ut warning. They rolled down her cheeks and s

ing at a terrifying speed, eating like someo

twisted. She had never seen anyone in high societ

ift from God! I swear on my life I will slaughter an

ho in his brain. The deep wrinkles between h

s. Alyssa even ran her index finger along the bottom of th

His disgust overpowered his shock. He thought

his hand across the table, trying to

shed the edge of the porcelain,

ntly. The silver fork in her right hand blurred into a st

oak dining table. A harsh, grating screech echoed through the room. The metal prongs scraped violently

he bodyguards in the corners im

er muscles coiled tight. A low, guttural

n her mind, and I will chop your hand

the family's minds. Tristan fell backward i

her hands frantically at the bodyg

stincts. She yanked the fork out of the wood, sat back

red internally, annoyed with herself.

tire understanding of his fake

telle bravely pushed a basket of fre

hed the second she saw the carbs. She look

ng it to her chest like a newborn baby, and s

ymore. She turned to the housekeeper. "Bridget, go to the kitchen. Te

on, Alyssa thought, mentally handing Katie a go

er head toward the window to hide

the dining room, the aggressive roar of a spor