Alaric pov The ticking of the clock was the only sound as I stared at the plate in front of me, something that vaguely resembled pancakes, though I couldn’t be sure. They looked dangerously close to poison, blackened and unsightly, as if taking a single bite would be the last thing I ever did. “Haha, eat, eat! They just look slightly burned because I got distracted, but they taste really good, Mr. Alaric. Don’t be modest, have a bite!” Esther, Isla’s friend, said with a wide grin as she pushed the plate closer, the excited glint in her eyes far too confident for the state of those pancakes. I raised a brow, eyes fixed on the deadly-looking substance in front of me. Leaning on the table, I rested my head on my hand and murmured casually under my breath, “But I don’t think I want to die just yet.” “W-what?” she stammered, but Liam, who stood beside me, bowed slightly and stepped in. “I apologize, Miss. The boss already had his meal before arriving, and he’s full. But thank you fo
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