NATALIA
Kyline’s eyes kept darting toward the last piece of bread I was holding, a bread roll with fruit bits already misshapen, thanks to the whirlwind situation earlier. She looked away the second she noticed me catching her.
Typical. Her pride is still too far up her head to even admit she’s starving.
I sighed and handed it over. “Just eat it. You need it more.”
She didn’t argue. Just took it from my hand like it wasn’t a big deal and started munching quietly, trying so hard to act that she wasn’t glad she could eat more. I could have tried to find more food, but with hunters lurking outside, I might just bring them back here.
I took a good look at my sister now. Her breathing wasn’t as shallow, and the color on her face had already come back at least a little bit. Maybe she’d be a
