8
"You barely ate anything," Gideon chided, setting down a plate of bread and cheese on my desk.
"I wasn't hungry." I didn't look up from the papers I was working on. My stomach rumbled as if calling me out on my lie.
"You must be. Eat, please. It's not healthy to starve yourself, Katya."
I sighed loudly. He wasn't going to let me get away with not eating. I looked up to find he'd settled himself down on the chair opposite me, his legs dangling over it.
"You have to tell me, though. Why is Riki not here?" he asked.
"She doesn't like my mirror," I mumbled, reaching forward and picking up a piece of bread he'd brought. It was slathered in rich butter. Nothing too complex, which was a good thing. It might help settle my stomach again, and that was a good thing.
"Whyever not? It's just
