I sat at the smaller dining table and glowered at my Master who sat across from me without a care in the world. How could he be so nonchalant about everything? Just because he had power didn't mean he had the right to abuse it.
His green eyes flickered to mine after every few seconds and the only response he gave me to ensure that he was paying attention to every glare I threw at him was a smirk which made me want to slap him. My palms itched and I had to flex my fingers to alleviate the sensation.
“You need to eat, Angel. The glare you keep directing my way is losing its strength with every passing minute,” he said in a cool tone as if talking about the weather.
“I’m not eating while you’re still at this table. Leave and I’ll do what you want,” I said jutting my chin out in defiance
