WHEN BELINDA WAS finally out of Grey's sight, he let out a deep sigh, his heart still racing. His knees had been shaking while speaking to the woman, but he managed to hold himself together and not give in to fear. At that moment, he was free to get the food. After gathering what he needed, he returned to where his friend Blue was seated.
“Eat now, Blue,” Grey said gently.
Blue adjusted his posture and looked at Katleya. He raised his injured right arm—the one that had been shot. Katleya immediately understood what he meant. Blue wanted to be fed because he couldn’t manage to eat by himself.
“Fine,” Katleya said, taking the plate from Grey.
She grabbed a monobloc chair and placed the plate on it. She looked at Blue.
“Because Red told me to take care of you, I will. So open your mouth,
