I let out a shaky breath and tried to wipe my hands, comforting myself with Martha's words and trusting God. I know he won't allow anyone to harm me.
"I can smell your anxiousness even from a mile away, my dear. Relax, won't you? I am not going to eat you. Well, not unless you want me to, that is.”
At what he said, my emotion automatically switched to annoyance at his arrogance and perverted manner. And the jerk had the nerve to let out a chuckle when he saw how my eyes sharpened before I controlled myself and focused my eyes on the steak in front of me. The difference in how our foods are cooked says so much about our lives. While mine is well done, his looked like it was freshly slaughtered. And it's honestly gross to see that I lost my appetite.
"So, why don't you tell me something i
