Chapter 18

Angel's POV

"What would you like?" I ask, gesturing towards the open pantry.

She flashes me a small grin. It doesn't meet her eyes like normally which worries me.

"Anythings good" she shrugs, frowning. I nod and start to grab the ingredients I need. How the hell did she survive with her cooking skills?

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Grabbing our plates of food with a knife and fork I place hers in front of her taking note of her distracted face.

"Thanks" she says, snapping out of her thoughts as her stomach growls. Sitting opposite her we eat in silence, why does she look so distracted? As soon as we finish I ask her exactly that.

"What do you mean?" She says frowning slightly, her tone guarded for no reason.

Lana's POV

"You keep spacing out" he says, his face creasing with concern. My eyes shift down to my now empty plate not being able to withhold his gaze without telling him.

"So where are we going?" I ask, ignoring his earlier question.

He narrows his eyes "you'll see, and when we come back I want the truth