Chapter 19: The rift at the table

His words sent shivers down my spine and definitely not the good kind. I didn't need to look at him to know that his expression matched the coldness I heard in his voice. They say the best treatment to an evil person is silence. That is what I did. I ignored the devil spawn beside me and focused on the treat that was the food on the table.

It was a real buffet. Every dish was represented. Appetizer, main dish, and desert. The carrot cake was looking mightily tasty. I wondered what my host will think if I started with desert. Cake is definitely my thing, and I wouldn't mind having it all the time.

The buffet wasn't just on the Alph's table, but on every table in the room. I wondered if this is how they eat every damn night, or is there a special occasion that I didn't know about. I wished Dustin was seating beside me. I got questions, and I sure as hell not asking Satan here beside me. Who is also doing an amazing job of ignoring my existence. Something he went extra length to make su