Breakfast was served, and we all took our seats to eat.
One thing I’ve noticed about Michael is that he is a talker. He loves to tell stories. He hasn’t stopped talking nonstop even while eating.
“So where is Seraphina?” he asked all of a sudden.
I froze the moment he mentioned her name. Was he trying to get a reaction out of me? What games was he playing?
Zane looked up at me, then stared at Michael. “She is fine.”
Michael then realized what he did, so he looked guilty instantly. “Oops! I shouldn’t have asked that.”
I mentally rolled my eyes. Iris leaned closer, then whispered in my ear, “This man is such a talker.”
I couldn’t agree more because she was totally right. “I think he is only trying to get a reaction, and I won’t give him one.”
She heaved a sigh. “Don’t let him get to
