Negan raised his eyes over the book he’d been reading between his bites of lunch. Watching his guard with interest for a brief, silent few moments. He’d gotten used to being watched like a zoo animal (he was a lion, if he could say so himself), but being used to something didn’t mean it left him without being on edge. He was waiting for the day one of them puffed out their chest and opened the door with the intention of finishing the job or at least teaching him a lesson.
“You’re staring pretty hard there. Want a bite?”












