Page 176 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Church, church, and more church.

Presents.

Family.

Happiness.

“Anything but this,” she settled on saying.

“You’re not hungry?” Rhys asked as he cut a piece of his own steak.

“No.”

“You haven’t eaten in … three days, now.”

“So?” Catherine asked.

“Are you one of those girls who equate your worth to the size of your waist?”

Catherine’s gaze narrowed. “No.”

“Then what it is?”

“I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t eat from the paw of a wolf.”

“Ah, I see.” Rhys grinned, and took a bite of the steak. He chewed and swallowed. “Starve, then.”

“I’ll do just that, thanks.”

“Rami says you’re not sleeping when he checks on you,” Rhys noted.

“Rami should worry less about my habits if all you plan to do is kill me once you get your guns.”

Rhys tipped a hand to the side, uncaringly. “Might as well enjoy your last days, no?”

Catherine refused to reply.

He didn’t seem to mind.

“Tell me what it was like growing up with a mob boss for a father,” Rhys murmured.

Catherine avoided his gaze. “I don’t think so.”

“What about your boyfriend—Cross, right? Donati, they said his last name was. Another mafia child. Or as you people would say, a principe della mafia.”

“Again, no,” Catherine said.

“You won’t even indulge my conversation?”

“No.”

“And why not, girl?”

Catherine met his gaze, unafraid. “Because you don’t deserve to know those people, our lives, or who they are to me. I would eat shit before I would ever tell you a single thing about the people I love, or why I love them. Okay?”

Rhys let out a hard breath. “I should have taken your mother—his wife—and not you. You’re too difficult, girl. You make everything a pain. I can’t stand it.”

Catherine scoffed. “If you think I’m bad, you really don’t want to meet my mother. She would put me to shame, and do it with a smile.”