#Chapter120
Get Up
I scowl at him, the smell of steak and soup wafting through the glass and even though he thinks he's getting some sort of power kick by leaving it out of reach, I don't even want it. I ate the food earlier, and it does confuse me that the doc would insist I ate that, and not this, it's not really been long enough to even feel hungry yet. I don't get the sudden urge to tell me not to eat now.
I guess Deacon has briefed his sub pack on who, and what, Juan says I am, and they are all part of the Alora fan club right now, given the way this asshole is acting. I can almost taste his dislike, and the creepy way he's eyeing me up like a main course on his dinner menu, giving me bad vibes. He reminds me of that jerk Damon, who used to watch me, all through school and tried to get at me in a hallway for a grope and forced kiss. He was a perverted creep who liked control over girls, much like this idiot.
