Chapter 322

Jabco moved fast. One moment he was at the stove, the next he was beside her, his fingers wrapped firmly around her wrist. Not rough, but unyielding. Riyana snapped her head toward him, her eyes blazing. “Let go.” “Even if you don’t feel hungry,” he said evenly, his voice low and controlled, “eat something.” She stared at him like he had just insulted her. She yanked her hand back hard. “Don’t you understand words? I said I’m not hungry.” Every word came out sharp, laced with anger she had been holding. For a brief second, she saw his jaw tighten. A muscle jumped near his temple. She waited for the explosion, the familiar edge of his temper. It didn’t come. Instead, he looked at her with that same calm expression, almost gentle, and said, “Eat. Don’t make me force you.” He even smiled. It wasn’t a warm smile. It was quiet, dangerous in a way that made her stomach twist. She let out a bitter laugh. “I dare you,” she said, stepping closer, lifting her chin in challenge. “Touch me and see