A Throne Worth Dying For — The Cold Meal Memory

standing here at all is only possible because i've silenced a lot of talk for he looked at me disappointment in his eyes the cold impatience of a man looking down from on high he was like a completely different man from the Adrian who used to worry I'd feel small who

used to soften himself in front of me Adrian had chased me for three years and at first I'd refused him he was a mafia Dawn, and I was just a waitress. His world had guns and blood and news that never ran My world had menus, shift schedules, and rent due at the end of the month.

Mr. Vale, we are not from the same world. Then I will step into yours. And later, he really did chase me like an ordinary man. He came to the restaurant to and he waited in line, and he waited for a table. I refused his gifts, so he stopped sending jewelry and just brought me an umbrella on rainy days. Once, when I worked until dawn, he sat outside

the restaurant and waited for me no luxury car no gun none of those silent guards at his back just a late-night meal going cold in his hands Claire I am learning learning how to love you like a regular man would