Page 120 of Twisted Royals

“I’m in no mood this morning, girl. Get your ass downstairs now, before I set it on fire.” I snap my finger at her then point at the door. “Now.” I grit my teeth to fight off another yawn, but as far as she can probably tell, I’m gnashing my teeth at her.

She hurries past me, casting me a wary glance over her shoulder as she pads out the door in her bare feet. Where are those damn shoes Lucas left up here for her?

A pair of sandals peek out from beneath the bedside table, and I snatch them up before chasing after her.

I follow her down the metal grated stairs. She hurries up when she hears my footsteps fall behind her, so I don’t reach her until she’s off the steps.

“Here.” I hand her the sandals. “There’s no carpet down here.”

She looks down at the concrete flooring of the first floor. It’s an industrial building, and we don’t give a shit about decor.

“There’s eggs and bacon. You want orange juice or coffee?” Seth stands at the kitchen island with his hands on his hips waiting for an answer while she wiggles her feet into the sandals.

“Seth. Dude. Gentle.” Dylan gets up from his chair and makes his way to her. “Hey. Good morning.” He flashes one of his smiles that always gets a girl wet in the panties.

“Good morning.” She pushes her hair behind her ears again and shuffles back a step while looking all of us over.

“Seth over there made breakfast. We have eggs and bacon. Sound good?” Dylan asks, gesturing toward the empty chair we’ve left for her at the long table we use to eat.

Her brows pull together.

“It’s not poisoned,” Colt assures her with a wink.

“I didn’t think it was,” she says softly.

“Good. Then, come and eat.” Colt waves her over to the spot across from him.

“You want some orange juice or coffee?” Dylan asks, escorting her to the empty chair.

I join Seth in the kitchen area and pour a cup of coffee for myself.

“Water?” she asks softly, still unsure of herself. Slowly, she sinks into the chair, looking at Alexander to her left and Oliver to her right as she takes her place.

“Get her a bottle.” Seth grumbles his order, nudging me as he makes up her plate.

I grab one from the fridge and take the plate from him when he’s finished piling on enough eggs and bacon to feed one of us men. From her slight frame, I’d say she’s not gonna be able to finish all of it, but I bring it to her anyway.

Seraphina’s eyes widen when I put the pile of eggs in front of her.

“Eat what you can.” I put the bottle of water down.

“I’m not hungry. Really.” She grips her hands in her lap.

“Why not?” Seth demands. “You one of those women who don’t eat in front of men?”

Dylan rolls his eyes as he takes his seat at the table.

“No. I’m just not hungry,” she defends. “Being kidnapped does that to a girl, I think.” She swallows hard, casting her eyes around the table at everyone.

I pat her shoulder and take a seat beside her then pick up her fork and hand it to her. “Even if you’re not hungry, you need to eat,” I tell her.

She takes the utensil from me and looks down at her eggs, shoveling one small bite between her lips.

“Did you sleep all right?” Lucas asks her.

She nods.

“Head still hurt?” he continues.

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