CHAPTER 10The Nuckelavee’s Kiss
Monte balanced a plate of beans, sausages, and toast on his knee. He shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth. Meat juice dribbled down his chin as he tried to grasp the utensil with his freshly bandaged hand. He had worked up quite an appetite despite the frightening events of the day. Plus, eating was a good distraction. The night waxed on and Uncle Jarus’s absence grew ever concerning.
“You’re an animal,” Garrick said with an air of annoyance. He propped a similar plate across his lap. It remained untouched.
“What? I’m hungry,” Monte said as the others took their places in front of the hearth.
“I can’t believe you’ve even got an appetite right now,” Garrick said.
“Here.” Maren handed Garrick a slab of raw beef. “For your eye.”
“Delicious,” Monte te
