She was hungry.
Angie tried to never leave her room unless she was summoned. That way Fergus might forget she even existed.
But yesterday all the food she’d stored away had run out. She’d been rationing it, of course. Just eating a few things each day.
However, now she had to sneak out and grab some more. She’d waited until it was two in the morning to make her move.
Sometimes Fergus was still awake at this time. Sometimes, he’d just be getting home. But it was less risky than any other time.
Grabbing a bag and dressing in her darkest clothes, she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
So far. So good.
The house was quiet. Cold.
She stuffed her bag full of snack food and fruit. A loaf of bread. Some butter. Ooh, cold cuts. She just took a few slices. She’d make herself a sandwich tonight.
Her hand brushed by a bag of coffee beans. God, she missed coffee so much.
But she knew if she tried to make some, that someone might hear her.
Instead, she took two of the iced coffees she found in the fridge.
“Those are mine.”
She jumped with a cry that she quickly muffled and dropped the iced coffees on the floor. Thankfully, neither of them broke. Turning, she stared at the man leaning against the breakfast bar.
Surprise filled her. “What are you doing here?” Angie winced after making that demand. Why did she speak to him like that? Was she insane?
What if he decided to punish her for her insolence?
It’s just that it had been months since she’d last seen him and she hadn’t realized he was back.
She swallowed heavily and took a step back.
“This is my family home. What are you doing?” Jared said as he studied her.
“I live here,” she replied shakily.
Unfortunately.
“I will rephrase.” He took a step forward. She took another back. “Why are you in the kitchen, stealing food at two in the morning? Why do you look like you’ve lost weight? Why are you staring at me like you think I’m going to attack you?”
“I was hungry,” she managed to get out as he took another step toward her and she moved, banging into the cupboard behind her.
Shit.
Fuck.
What was she going to do?
“Really? You must be starving.”
She was. Her stomach took that moment to growl.
“You’re not eating food in the dining room. No breakfast, lunch, or dinner.”
Shit. How long had he been back? She had no idea where he lived most of the time, this was only her second time talking to him.
