"Starved," Dorian answered.
Gabe agreed.
"I could eat," Cindy said, her hands in her pockets as she studied the room.
Blood sounded good, I thought but said nothing.
"Please, have a seat." She indicated a wooden table. The centerpiece was filled with radiant purple flowers I didn't recognize.
When we were seated, plates were positioned in front of us.
The food smelled divine.
It looked like fish covered in a creamy yellow sauce, green beans, and freshly baked rolls. My friends looked at me before shoveling it in.
Obviously, it tasted good, but I didn't even try to fake it.
My stomach was already in knots. I wouldn't add human food to the mix.
My mom ate a little too, but mostly she answered questions from random people who came in and sent wary glances at my friends and me.
