“Stop worrying, love, and come eat.” Lycur pulls me over to the table, sitting me down next to him, resting his arm across the back of my chair, holding a honey-smeared piece of bread up for me to take. I shake my head, not able to stomach the thought of eating. I normally feel safer when he is around. Today is different. He is so confident and self-assured that it makes me worry even more. I don’t trust Halvden and Malvina. My instincts tell me that we are on the edge of a precipice, and they are waiting to push us over. “If you won’t eat, at least have something to drink.”
“Ok.” I carefully sip some tea from the cup he gives me. Geraint will be here soon, and we will all go down to the Arena together. A chill runs down my spine, my element warms me, but I keep it tightly under wraps. Ly
