Elena POV

I set the teacup down noisily and leaned back into my seat. “Maybe they should have. Do you have to be so, so… disgusting?”

Amusement danced in his eyes and on the corner of his lips, “you get too easily riled up Elena.

You must have gotten it from your mother. But if you don’t pay attention to it now, you’ll end up getting controlled by others because of it.”

“How dare you?” I asked, my voice quiet with fury, “you come in here, into my home and then try to ...