Chapter 33

Cyrus

Dinner was served in exactly twenty minutes.

I was surprised by the efficiency, and mildly disappointed because I really wanted to make an example of them in hopes that this would never again happen. Eva’s eyes were downcast, and I feared that I’d embarrassed her.

She didn’t understand, though.

To me, she meant more than all these people even though I’d known her for a shorter time. The fact that my own damn employees were seeking to belittle her when my family was already doing it drove me mad with the kind of rage that could cause some serious damage.

Who’d they think they were?

Eva could very well be my future Luna. I meant what I’d said.

“Let’s eat,” I told her, digging in first even though I wasn’t particularly hungry. I felt guilty for not having told her that I wouldn’t have dinner at home. I told Marcia to deliver the message, though, and she didn’t. For some reason, she interpreted ‘tell Eva I won’t be home for dinner’ as ‘don’t make any dinner and let my mate sta