Alyssa

King and Niko walk into the room, the smell of greasy food hitting the air as King drops a Five Guys bag onto the bed. Zuri immediately reaches for it, demanding for someone to open it, even though she just ate lunch an hour ago.

"I'm not asking you anymore, Alyssa. Eat," King growls, his concerned glare drilling into me.

I sigh heavily, opening the bag and handing Zuri a warm fry. "I'm not hungry," I mutter, keeping my eyes on anything but King's stare.

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