Most of the girls whispered together in small groups, and I wondered if they were trying to build their own alliances. Could I rely on them to help keep Sloan's fangs away from me?
Yeah, probably not.
Waiters came around with some food, and my stomach instantly rumbled. I hadn't had a bite to eat since before the club party last night, and I was ravenous.
Plates were put in front of each of us, and I stared down at my meal, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. There was a sirloin steak in front of me, which I normally would have found mouth-watering...except it was raw. The waiter then placed a bowl of soup alongside the plate, and I recoiled with revulsion. Animal eyeballs floated in the soup, and I had to avert my gaze before I started dry heaving.
Sloan smirked. "Is something
