Page 7 of Sweet Obsession
Misha didn’t eat much. Neither did I.
Gabriela kept her eyes on her plate, answering softly when spoken to, hands in her lap like a proper offering. She was playing her role. The sacrificial daughter.
I played mine too. The shadow.
Until Misha spoke directly to me.
“You were at the gas station,” he said. Not a question. A statement.
The room stilled.
I raised an eyebrow. “Should I apologize for defending myself?”
He tilted his head. “You broke one of my men’s noses.”
I shrugged. “He should’ve moved faster.”
The faintest twitch pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Not a smile. Just an acknowledgment.
“Luna has always had a... sharp spirit,” my father said quickly, voice clipped. “A little undisciplined, but harmless.”
“Is that what you think?” Misha murmured, eyes still on me.
My fork paused. “Why don’t you tell me what you think?”
My father laughed. Too loudly.
Misha leaned back slightly, studying me.
“Spirit is only dangerous when it hides a weapon. Or a lie.”
His words landed like a stone in my chest. He wasn’t just talking about the gas station. He was hunting for something. And he thought I had it.
Then Gabriela reached for her wine glass, hand shaking.
Misha didn’t notice. Or maybe he did, and didn’t care.
His eyes were still on me.
Not like he was admiring me.
Like he was deciding where to break me first
Chapter 2
LUNA
Sleep didn’t come.
Not because I was afraid.
But because every time I closed my eyes, I saw his.
Cold. Calculating. Curious in the way a man studies something he intends to break.
He hadn’t touched his wine. Hadn’t asked Gabriela a single question.
