Chapter 15: Hidden desires
Lancelot’s P.O.V:
Anaya looked from the plate her mother, Samantha Johnson, had given me and back up to my face and repeated the process a few times before she gave me a purely evil look, as if I’d just murdered her pet hamster.
I took a portion of the pancake into the fork and held it out to her. “Want some?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, to which Samantha burst out laughing and Anaya’s jaw hit the floor.
“Yes Anaya,” her mother said in between chuckles. “Want some?”
She closed her mouth and glared at her mother. “Yes, I’d like to have my own breakfast please.”
I shrugged and put that forkful of pancake into my mouth while Samantha placed some more pancakes into another plate and drizzled it with maple syrup. Anaya took the only available seat beside me and
