Chapter 84 No One Is Untouchable

• Alaric pov
• The ticking of the clock was the only sound as I stared at the plate in front of me, something that vaguely resembled pancakes, though I couldn’t be sure. They looked dangerously close to poison, blackened and unsightly, as if taking a single bite would be the last thing I ever did.
• “Haha, eat, eat! They just look slightly burned because I got distracted, but they taste really good, Mr. Alaric. Don’t be modest, have a bite!” Esther, Isla’s friend, said with a wide grin as she pushed the plate closer, the excited glint in her eyes far too confident for the state of those pancakes.