Carmen's POV

There's no way in hell that I'd go into the kitchen and make a meal at this time. He doesn't know how exhausted I am driving in that Bugatti.

I should get some rest and speak to my son and not go into the kitchen to make a meal because the Don said so.

“I'm not doing that.”

“What did you just say?” Rhysand stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at me. I wasn't terrified by the way he marched towards me.

“You heard me clearly, I can't…”

“The next time ...