“Do you speak Latin, Cillian?” I asked, taking a bite of my steak. Aisling stopped talking, shooting me a do-you-want-to-die? horrified expression. The rest of the table fell silent, the tension hovering above our heads like a thick, dark cloud. “A fair amount. Any particular reason you’d care?” He popped a piece of steak into his mouth. He’d requested his steak so raw, so bloody, the juicy meat made the corners of his perfect lips glisten. “I was wondering if the word jerk derives from the Latin word jealousy. Thought you could shed some light regarding that.” I smiled sweetly, cocking my
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