“Whoa, whoa!” tattoo-face shouted when he walked back into the room.

Immediately, the strong scent of a steak and cheese sandwich filled my nose. My stomach growled again but I kept my eyes down. I refused to show them how much the smell was getting to me.

I had no idea when I ate last but my mouth watered and I swallowed repeatedly to keep them from noticing.

“Alpha Chandler said not to spoil her, remember?” tattoo-face said. ...