"Pancakes or toast?"

 

My sleepless eyes moved toward her and I mumbled with a small smile.

 

"Anything would be fine."

 

She nodded and turned her back towards me as she mixed the batter of pancakes. I was never a picky eater. Though there were times when I threw some tantrums here and there for not eating the time I had to spend caged in Xerxes's pack, I came to realise the worth of the food. Of course, I would if it meant eating once in three days, not full but only two slices of bread with a glass of water.

 

Xerxes was a cruel male, his antics, his ways, his...