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Chapter 93

Shackled (The Lord Series)

93. Angel

Linterrupt him before he can fish. “I am only worried Reyes will get caught and sent to jail.

“Alekos and the Elders are taking care of that.”

So I wasn’t wrong in thinking the police figured out who the But cher was

1 go to the kitchen. Stefan follows me. This is so strange because Stefan always did his best to avoid

me. Coffee, pancakes, bacon, and eggs are on the table, making me salvate. Did Stefan make

breakfast? For me?

Stop dreaming. Angel. This man could care less if you starve to death. For sure, it is for him and his

friend.

Not wanting to assume anything, I go to the fridge and take out the milk. “And your friend?”

“Rin? He is jogging along the beach.

Rin? I think I heard my mates talk about him a few times-another Lond.

From the cupboard. I take out a boud and cereal

Stefan stands behind me, trapping me between him and the counter. “Angel” The way he is saying my

name has goosebumps erupting all over my b*dy. “You hate me so much, you won’t even eat what I

cooked for you?”

So the food is for me. Did he poison it? Or why else would he cook for me

*I thought it was for you and Rin.”

“He can find his own food. Let’s have br

breakfast. Alekos and Reyes are worried you are not eating properly.”

Alekos and Reyes are the ones worried about me, not Stefan. Why do I still care about what he thinks

about me when he has proven to me he couldn’t care less what happens to me?

“Fine,” I say, and Stefan steps to the side.

I sit at the table, and Stefan takes the chair next to me. The coffee smefis divine, and I grab one of the Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

two cups and knows how to make out-of-this-world coffee.

ke a sip. Absolutely delicious. At least he

Stefan cuts a piece of pancake and brings it to my mouth.

I blink, my brain trying to understand what is happening. He runs the piece of pancake along my lips,

the maple syrup running down my chin. His head dips, his breath dancing across my face, and I push

back the chair.

“What are you doing?” I shriek as I stand, Grabbing a towel from the counter, I clean the syrup from my

mouth.

“Trying to feed you”

Trying to feed? Did I hear that correctly?

“Why would you do that

Stefan stands, and 1 back into a corner of the kitchen. “You are my hellstar, Schatzi.”

you want to feed someone, you have Emily! You

Anger es inside me. “Don’t you ever call me Schatzi again! I am not your f ucking treasure,” 1 hiss.

“And if you abandoned me for her. So why are you even þere?”

He cups my cheek, and it feels like my skin is burning. “You saw me at the facility?”