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many of the uppity ladies and lords to stare at her in annoyance. She could imagine what they said to themselves. How dare that girl’s ill-bred manners interrupt the pleasure of their meal . She flinched when Modez threw a bone to the dog that drooled beside her. The stupid animal wagged its tail and barked excitably when the great lord deigned to feed it. So even the dogs would get to eat before she was granted the opportunity. She couldn’t stop herself from glaring at Modez. “What, no bone for me?” She used her most sarcastic voice, knowing it would provoke him. Not caring that it would.
    He cupped her jaw in his brawny hand and lifted her face to his, handling her as one might handle livestock. “If you want a bone, my lady, I would offer you one with more meat than the one I just gave to Doggy.”
    Kiera scowled at him in response as he released her from his hold. His innuendo was clear. She was at eye level with the bone in question, since she was forced to kneel at his feet. “Where’s the beef? The portions I’m seeing are rather diminutive.”
    He glanced at the modest bulge in his trousers before meeting her eyes again. His smile was predatory. “It’s more bone than beef, but it’s enough to satisfy a lady’s appetite.”
    Kiera’s eyes watched as the ridge in Modez’s trousers expanded, becoming a rather prominent fixture in his pants. Although she knew it was rude to stare, she found delight in provoking him. The thin material hid little and it was obvious the male was becoming aroused. She didn’t think for a moment that it had anything to do with her. She had overheard him claiming to have needs when he had spoken to the prince. Any female would do, apparently. “I was referring to the food on the table, Lord Halloran.”
    He cocked one eyebrow. “Were you now?”
    She didn’t know if he was flirting with her or trying to offend her with his less than gentlemanly behavior. So she said, “I am ravenously hungry. My fangs ache to tear into a sizable piece of meat, which sadly isn’t available here. I’d love to bite enormous chunks of it into my mouth and swallow it. The bloodier, the better.” Yes, let him think she would eat him whole. She was nearly hungry enough to do it.
    Humor flashed in his silver eyes. “A tiny thing like you should fill up quite easily.”
    Somehow she didn’t think he referred to food. It was yet another implication, this one being that she would provide a tight fit. Her face flushed with heat, but she was determined to pretend ignorance of his meaning. Modez was clueless about the depths of her appetite, and if he was a gentleman, he would finish his meal quickly and offer his seat to her so she could eat. The male seemed to be taking his time, eating at such an excruciating and slow pace that she knew he did it on purpose. The meal would be cold by the time she got to eat and she hated cold food.
    Seamus McLeod cleared his throat and grunted. “Perhaps we should excuse ourselves from the table. The lady appears hungry.”
    “The lady must learn to control her hunger. If she cannot practice some restraint, then she is no better than the Romans who are slaves to their base needs,” Modez said.
    “I think you want the girl to hunger. Why do you feel the need to punish her?”
    “Limiting her privileges does not constitute punishment. We have earned our places at the table, while she has not. She expects a free ride because she shares a drop of Snotti’s blood. There is little value in that, despite what Diermont believes.”
    Kiera couldn’t ignore the fact that they were talking about her as if she wasn’t even there. She lifted her gaze to scowl at Modez. “There’s nothing free about this ride, since I have to suffer the presence of people like you.”
    He bared his fangs and let out a low growl. “The girl obviously needs to learn how to control her tongue along with her hunger.”
    “You know better than to speak without being addressed,”