Elena’s POV:
I sat on my bed, lost in thought, my mind tangled in a web of confusion. The door creaked open, and I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
A familiar scent filled the air before a voice followed.
“Really?” Rachael scoffed. “Why are you acting like a kid caught stealing from the pot?”
I sighed and cracked one eye open. “Like you even have any meat in your pot,” I shot back, smirking.
She pinched my arm, making me wince. “Ouch! You little—” I slapped her hand away, and she chuckled, shaking her head as she unpacked the food flask she’d brought.
I watched in silence as she dished out the food, but my thoughts still troubled me. I hesitated before voicing the thought that wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Do you think my father is capable of killing me?”
The spoon
