Irina's POV 

I stood by the chair, staring down at the empty plate in front of me. My stomach was tight with anger and fear.

Alexei gestured to the seat again. "Sit, Irina."

I did not move. "I want to go home."

"This is your home now," he said softly.

"No," I said firmly. "My home is with Dimitri. Take me back."

He picked up his coffee cup and took a slow sip. "Sit down and eat your breakfast."

"I will not eat anything until you take me back!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

His green eyes finally met mine. And it was cold and dangerous.

"You will...