Taste of Fear

Plates of food sat between us by the time he brought me out of his office. "Go ahead, Maeve. Just one mouthful," Draven coaxed, holding a loaded fork toward my mouth, his tone dripping with fake sweetness and heavy mockery.

Anyone else pulling that gentle act might have fooled me. Better yet, it might have worked if I didn't already know the real Draven—the man who had wrecked my life countless t