A bead of sweat formed at Daniel’s temple. He was a coward, and cowards always sense a trap seconds before it springs.

Too late. I took my seat at the opposite end of the table from Richard.

The meal had begun.

Chapter 5: The Last Supper

I let them eat.

For forty-five agonizing, delicious minutes, I sat in silence, chewing my food, playing passive audience to their arrogance.

I let Richard complain loudly about “modern women” who lacked the elegance of his wife, pointing his fork at Vanessa in admiration.