They Demanded a 60-Course Birthday Feast to Prove They Owned Me — So I Delivered Exactly 60 Dishes, and an Eviction Notice

Happy birthday, Fiona.”

Chapter 12 — The Charge

Julian’s face went a deep and mottled red.

“What,” he screamed, “is this insult?” And he came at me — across the room, fast, his fist rising.

I did not flinch, and I did not step back, because I did not have to.

I had brought people for exactly this.