An Exchange

[Hindrick’s POV]

"Please, eat all you’d like."

The flashy Angles, motioned toward the table that was filled with food in front of us. Why the hell were we sitting here eating with him when we had more important things to do? This was ridiculous, but I couldn’t go against what the others agreed on.

Letting out a sigh, I take in our group where they sit and feel my frustration deepen as my gaze comes to rest on Fallon as Fineon begins to fill the plate in front of her. Across from them, the damned Angles is watching with that disgusting hunger from earlier. If he were anyone else, I would have killed him on the spot for looking at her like that, but given his position, I couldn’t.

"Are you going to eat?" Uncle Ramone asks. "Or are you going to keep glaring at Angles until he drops dead?"

Tensing, I realize too late that the man in question is watching me with a look of amusement on his face.

"Don’t worry, I’m not that easy to dispose of," he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "And I kn