Kamira stirred the stew, but the steam carried no distinct aroma. The dried meat and grains they’d thrown into the pot offered little flavor, and the arcanist inspected the food with growing doubt.
“I’ve seen you eat worse will less fuss.” Veranesh hovered over the pot.
She snickered at the memory of her and Veelk’s return to Kaighal after the battle with Uganel. “We had little choice, didn’t we?” To hasten their journey, the demon did most of the hunting, and the memory of the nightflies carrying small desert creatures and bugs resurfaced. With their food supplies gone, she was happy enough to sink her teeth into anything that was put to flame long enough to stop moving.
Yet she wasn’t in a rush to explain to the demon how things were different this time. Instead, she glanced toward th
