The moon climbed to its zenith. The villa was utterly silent. Lilith tossed and turned in bed.
She was so hungry.
She was beginning to understand the plight of the orcs. To feel this hungry after skipping just one meal was an experience she'd never had before. Maybe Cywen, being a wealthy orc, should set up some kind of orc charity fund to provide financial or food assistance to orcs like Alia who lived in Lower Town and were not well-off.
But that was something to think about after daybreak, at least. Right now, she was so hungry she could eat a cow.
And she wasn't joking.
Touching the deer horns on her head, Lilith still felt a sense of shame about her orc form. Although many orcs lived in this house, she had never seen anyone else's true form.
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