son estate was set for three. Heavy silver

a high neck, looking incredibly modest from the front. But as she turned to take her seat, the

d his face immediately twisted into a scowl. He gripp

as with a rich fig compote. Constance picked up her fork and took a bite, closin

etched, thick and suffocati

win you anything," Daren spat,

llowed, took a sip of her red wine, and s

rying to get a reaction. "And you'll never get a piece of the F

ainst the fine china. She turned her head slowly and locke

ce soft and conversational. "Do

y the question. His mouth o

ead fish," Constance said smoothly

ngled snort. She slapped both hands over her mouth an

us red. The veins in his neck popped. He

e slicing through his anger like a scalpel. "If I wa

up. She looked down at him, her po

family's money, D

He opened his mouth to scream at he

the head of the table, his dark eyes taking in the scene: Constance standing ta

ch asked. His voice w

g finger at Constance. "She insult

ed his head to l

cked up her fork and elegantly

re was no anger in his voi

re shoulder. "I stated fa

ocking it backward. "You see? She'

ar

t loud, but the sheer, freezing authority

n fr

aid. He stared at his brother,

slapped. "What? She's the one

The physical threat was palpable. Arch didn't care who st

Constance. He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw p

d out, the words tasting

curled up. A sweet, perfectly detached smile spread acr

brightly. "Now eat your din

righted his chair, and sat down. He st

s silverware. As he did, his eyes flicked to Constance. He saw that sweet, empty