At that moment, upon hearing what Robert just said, Abigail didn't blink. Her hunger burned quietly, but she refused to let it spill into words. She stood still, chin up, holding his gaze with fierce calmness. Her silence wasn't weakness it was power. The kind of power that made Robert hesitate for a split second, but not enough to stop him from continuing whatever he had come for.
Victoria, however, had heard enough.
She stepped forward and couldn't hide the irritation in her voice anymore. Her arms folded tightly across her chest, her jaw locked, and her eyes flared with disbelief. "Why are you doing this, Robert?" she asked sharply, her tone laced with frustration. "Why are you talking to her like she's beneath you? Is she your slave? Or are you just that desperate to feel powerful?"
Still Robert didn't answer, but his glare shifted briefly toward Victoria.
