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Everyone but Damien chuckles.
I stab my potato with my fork. “My mistake. I just wanted to liven the conversation up a bit.”
To the left of me, Anderson coughs, although I’m almost positive it was a laugh in disguise.
Across from me, Margaret tsks, looking around the table. “See, gentlemen? This is a perfect example of why teenagers shouldn’t be permitted to attend adult functions.” Her stare snags on Damien. “Grown men should find someone their own age to play with.”
Shots fired.
The governor takes a big swig of his drink. Cain pretends to answer an email on his phone.
Damien narrows his eyes. Anderson starts to sweat.
The other men at the table look down at their plates. Smart move.
This lady chose the wrong night to mess with me.
I daintily clean my mouth with my napkin. “You’re right, Margaret. I should have asked my daddy’s permission before joining you all for a meal.” I turn my head to the right, feigning surprise. “Wow, would you look at that? Here he is.”
Cain looks like a deer caught in headlights.
Damien was right, it’s fun to fuck with people. Especially those who deserve to be fucked with.
“Daddy, my new step-mommy says I can’t sit at the big kids’ table.” I bite my lip i
To the left of me, Damien snorts.
“Okay,” Cain warns. “You’ve made your point.”
Margaret’s positively fuming. “You’re despicable.”
“And you’re boring,” Damien bellows. “Something Eden isn’t…no matter her age.”
My chest swells, but then Margaret opens that trap of hers again.
“Yes, I’m sure she’s very entertaining…especially when she’s spreading her legs for all the men in Black Hallows.”
Here we go again.
“Not all the men in Black Hallows.” I crinkle my nose. “Just two.”
“That’s enough,” Cain hisses.
Something peculiar passes through Margaret’s expression. I see the exact moment it hits her.
Those are the very same words Cain said to me when I walked in on them…and he claimed he had no idea who I was.
She blinks rapidly, and for a second, I think she’s going to excuse herself so she can cry.
To be honest, I kind of want her to…but not so I can gloat.
I want to tell her she’s better off without him. I want to tell her not to marry someone who lies and manipulates. That she shouldn’t spend the rest of her life with a man who commits murder and then sets up i
There are better men out there than Cain Carter.
But even if there weren’t…she’d still deserve better.
Margaret lifts her head and looks at me. “It’s a shame your mother didn’t teach you how to be a respectable woman with class.”
That might be true. But I’d rather be known as the classless town whore…than a miserable bitch who slut shames another woman.
Screw her. I’m a person, not a martyr. She can fend for herself.
“That’s quite enough, ladies,” Governor Bexley says. “This little feud has gone on long enough. You two are going to have to learn to get along for the duration of the race.”
“He’s right.” I take a bite of my carrot. “I love your dress.”
She gives me a tight smile. “Thank you.”
“It reminds me of one Claudia has.”