Chapter 26 Bad Morning For Me

• Katarina
• I hold my breath as I hear his leather boots coming down the stairs. He’s coming for breakfast too. A part of me hoped he wouldn’t. Do wicked people really eat? They don’t deserve to. Especially him—not after what he’s done. He reaches the dining table, pulls out the chair at the head of the table, and sits confidently, like a king, though his chivalrous gaze stays on me even as he settles in.
• “Good morning, Alpha Zane.” Rosaline hurries out of the kitchen with her usual cheer as she places his breakfast in front of him.