Maxime felt a storm of emotions as he stood in front of Cara, his face composed and unreadable. "Unless you eat and answer my questions later, you will not be released," he stated firmly.
He expected her to show some fear or submission, but instead, her defiant gaze stabbed at his chest. "Get lost," she spat, her tone dripping with irony. "You can't order me around. Now go, I need my beauty sleep."
She closed her eyes and turned her back to him, completely ignoring his presence. Maxime felt his blood boil with rage. This girl was impossible. Her temper was a nightmare, and she was nothing like the women he usually preferred: feminine, delicate, and refined. Cara was a hurricane, with a fiery temper and a sharp tongue. Despite the suffering in her eyes, she refused to give up or bend to h
