Chapter 15
- Lancelin’s P.O.V
- Sanaya looked from the plate her mother, Samantha Johnson, had given me and back up to my face and repeated the process a few times before she gave me a purely evil look, as if I’d just murdered her pet hamster.
- I took a portion of the pancake into the fork and held it out to her. “Want some?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, to which Samantha burst out laughing and Sanaya’s jaw hit the floor.