Isabella’s POV

Silence greeted my question. That was an answer by itself, I supposed. Ethan reached over and started filling my plate with a mixture of vegetables before placing a cut of stake in the center.

I was particularly aware of York boring a hole into the side of my face from where he stood from one side of the room, and when I took a peek at Ethan, I noticed the death grip he had on his knife and fork despite the outward composed expression on his ...