I’d been cooperative and Lucian was pleased with my abilities. The thought of him, his level voice devoid of emotion, and his icy, controlled demeanor, sent shivers up and down my spine.Because of my obedience, I was allowed out of my cell to eat dinner in the dining room with the others. Jude led me through the door and down the hall to another door, which opened to a spacious living room/dining area. A large man banged pots and pans on a beautiful chrome oven. Walking past the open concept kitchen, I marveled at the shiny, state of the art appliances. The man cooking clearly knew what he was doing, and had to be a hired chef. Whatever he was cooking smelled amazing and my stomach whimpered with hunger.Jude led me to a table; steaming bowls of food were being placed on it by other teenagers, who seemed to be at home. It occurred to me that these kids were like Morgan. They were strays and throwaways who Lucian had rescued from bad situations, either living on the streets or in homes that were unbearable for them.
