I wake up, my head spinning. I head down to breakfast, my stomach growling.
He looks up at me. "Good morning, Maureen dear."
As if if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I smile sarcastically. "Good morning Scar. We're still agreed that you'll kill me."
He smiles. "Not at breakfast please."
I roll my eyes. He's an amoral murderer; buts he's super strict about breakfast conversation topics.
"Well, is it a yes or a no?" I ask grumpily, as I sit down at the table.
He sighs, cutting into his eggs. "Yes. I will kill you. Now eat. I had Joseph add extra sugar to you pancakes. You seem salty about the fact you're alive."
I quirk a brow, spreading butter on my pancakes .
"And since when do you say words like salty?"
He shrugs. "I don't. But you'd be surprised how hip terrorists can
