Tricia POV

I walked out of the kitchen to the living room and could see Morgan eating a snack. He stared at me, smiling, and when I asked him for the way he got the snack, I got a scornful response.

"I would like to prepare something," I said while he kept smiling.

"I got it from a vendor," he said when I didn't stop questioning him.

I asked if he had gotten anything for me but his response was a scornful laugh. Morgan reminded me of the rules in the list. I didn't believe it was real. ...