She cast a provocative glance over her shoulder, but I didn't bother to meet it. Her childish attempts to hurt me were becoming more pathetic by the minute.
Let them play their childish games. In just over a week, I would be gone.
At dinner, the silent battle continued. Ethan and Cassandra sat together on one side of the table, while I dined alone on the other.
Martha Jenkins, the loyal housekeeper, served a series of dishes—raw venison, rare lamb, bloody steak, raw liver—all red and bloody. The metallic smell filled the dining room.
I frowned at the spread before me. "Martha, why are all the dishes like this today?"
Martha looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between me and Ethan. Before she could answer, Ethan's cold voice cut in.
"These are Cassandra's favorites. She likes
