“I want to ask you my last question,” said Veandra to Eiserdour.
“Go on.” He smirked as he wiggled his tail.
On the other hand, Peter is thinking very deeply—deeper than the sea he is sailing on. He is squinting as the salty wind blows on his face. Further to the east, he goes—which is the opposite of where he was supposed to go. He feels a sudden pain in his chest not because of his wounds but because of the growing distance he makes from her. Then he remembered how he kicked away the food she prepared for him. It was her first in trying to make food and he knows she is bad at cooking. She tried her best to cook that steak for him but he laid it to waste. And the way he yelled at her, he thinks she is angry at him now. Thinking of that makes his grip on the rudder weak. He could not hel
