Aslan's pov
My right foot impatiently taps on the tiles as I sit on the dining table. Staring at the food in front of me.
It was a basic chicken sandwich. With a glass of juice.
It's a Sunday.
When will she learn?
It was supposed to be fried eggs with sunny side up. Along with a thin cracker of grated Parmesan and a side of baby greens, most preferably kale.
Staring at the girl standing in a corner, with her head lowered and hands behind her back.
I just sigh. Digging into breakfast.
I don't want to ruin my mood early in the morning. Plus I can't trust her with the stove. Who knows she may burn this entire place down.
Taking the first bite, I was actually surprised. It wasn't that bad.
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I was done with it within minutes. Pushing back the chair I was going to pi
