YILENA HOLT POV
THE NIGHT BEFORE.
RESTAURANT.
"What do you want? Why did you bring me here?"
The woman smiled lazily, as if my irritation was mildly entertaining, then looked up from her steak.
"You should eat first," she said calmly, lifting a bite to her mouth. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Cut the bullshit!" I snapped, my...