"You need to eat."
Raina clenched her fist around her fork and glowered at Mateo who was sitting to her left at the head of the table. It'd been nearly a week since her kidnapping. The most she'd gotten out of her captor was his name and that they were waiting for her mother to arrive. She had gleaned a hell of a lot more all by herself, since Mateo's default setting seemed to be silence, even though she taunted him and pushed him at every opportunity.
Raina was pretty sure she'd been taken far south. When she'd woken up she'd found herself on board a private airplane, flying a long way from Pennsylvania. Probably Central or South America given his accent and the easy Spanish that flowed among the house staff when they spoke around her. She figured out that she was staying in the main ho
