CHAPTER 71 WHEN TRUST IS MISPLACED

Minerva’s POV "We'll meet at the clearing tomorrow evening. Don't be late," I said as my door swung open, and Dominic strode in, his face looking like he just saw a ghost. “Of course. I’ll see you soon. Take care of yourself.” Meredith's voice came with a note of finality at the other end, and I hung up the call, then turned to him as he stood there, carrying a tray of food. Scoffing, I shook my head. “I never recalled asking for dinner.” "My sister told you about kitchen help at the back, remember?" he snapped. "I figured out you'd be too lazy to ask them for help to whip up your dinner, so I stood in your place. A kind gesture would be "Thank you, Dom." “You wish.” I scoffed again. “I still maintain that I don't need it, so no thanks. Anyway, you can drop the food. You don't want me to frustrate your efforts, do you?" I focused on my phone like he was nonexistent when his voice shot back. “How about you tell me what backstabbing is about? ”He crossed the room, sti