Chapter Nine
"Pelt and Pride"W
ith a crick in her neck and legs dead from lack of circulation, Aramina awoke. The early morning chilled her to the bone, and she could no longer ignore her discomfort. She wanted to complain but figured her three captors were not good listeners. Instead she settled for locking glares with Mohg, who obviously had never forgiven her that stolen breakfast.
"Morning," the prince said to her with an amiable grin. He approached with a bowl of stew between his hands. "Hungry?"
"Yes," Aramina admitted warily, thinking of all the rabbits she had caught to feed these three.
"Open wide," the prince said. He held up a spoon of stew and blew on it as if she were a small child. His blue eyes twinkled with amusement. She ignored it and dutifully let him spoon feed her
