#Chapter120 Get Up

I scowl at him, the smell of steak and soup wafting through the glass and even though he thinks he's getting some sort of power kick by leaving it out of reach, I don't even want it. I ate the food earlier, and it does confuse me that the doc would insist I ate that, and not this, it's not really been long enough to even feel hungry yet. I don't get the sudden urge to tell me not to eat now.

I guess Deacon has briefed his sub pack on who, and what, Juan says I am, and they are all part of the Alora fan...