Annie's POV:
I didn't sleep that night.
Not because of the pain in my cheek, though that was bad enough. Not because of the ache low in my abdomen, though that kept me awake too. I couldn't sleep because my mind wouldn't stop spinning. Tomorrow we'd leave for the northern border. I had no idea what waited for us there.
But I still had tonight.
Tonight, I wanted to do something normal.
So I cooked.
I dug through the meager supplies in the cabin. Some dried meat. A few potatoes. A handful of wild herbs I'd gathered last week. A small jar of honey Chloe had smuggled to me months ago. It wasn't much, but I made it work. I roasted the potatoes in the embers, seared the meat with herbs until smoke and fragrance filled the small cabin, and drizzled honey over the last flatbread.
When it wa
