Merrick's POV
I returned by seven and knocked on Angel's door.
"I'll eat up here," she said through the door, before I'd finished knocking.
"Open the door, Angel."
A pause. Then the door opened and she was already dressed for dinner in the way of someone who had been dressed for a while and had been sitting in their room trying to convince themselves they didn't want to go down.
"I'm not very hungry," she said.
"You're always hungry. I've watched you eat." I stepped back from the door and gestured down the corridor. "We're a family now. Whatever else is complicated can be resolved. But at the dinner table, we are a family. Come."
She looked at me for a moment, like she was seriously considering her options.
Then she came.
The dining room was lit and warm and smelled of delicious well-cooked meals.
Terrell was already seated.
