Irina's POV
Shaun noticed Yana wasn't touching her food, so he quit loading her plate and began shoving it into her mouth himself, his movements crude and rushed.
"What's wrong with making you eat? Come on!" he barked.
Yana sat motionless like a doll, letting him force food past her lips, barely chewing when she had to.
Shaun got bored with her and looked my way. "This one yours?" he asked Mack.
"Yep." Mack flicked a peanut into his mouth, then said randomly, "Good-looking, right?"
Shaun grabbed his drink and bobbed his head. "Good-looking. Real good-looking."
I kept quiet. My grip loosened, and the liquid in my glass splashed straight onto Yana's shirt.
"Oh no, sorry about that," I said, acting like it was a mistake.
Shaun's face darkened.
"No worries, I'll help her get cleaned up," Lauren jumped in quickly. "Irina didn't do it on purpose."
She started to pull Yana up, but I cut her off.
"I'll handle it." I rose to my feet, making my eyes wide and innocent.
