Chapter 12 Little Bird

• Paetyn’s POV
• Utensils clinging against porcelain plates echo in the back of my mind. It’s a sound that wouldn’t normally annoy me, but when it’s mixed with Liam and his father’s nonstop chattering about politics and how Liam is doing in the polls, it’s now irritating the hell out of me.
• I sigh. I’ve only taken two bites out of my medium-rare steak, though it is cooked to perfection, and I haven’t touched the roasted veggies beside it. I haven’t been able to eat much since I’ve gotten home. I don’t know if I got used to eating sandwiches and soup while being held in the shack or if my lack of appetite is due to my mind constantly thinking about that damn masked man.