20
Saige
I shouldn’t have told Flynn. I should have kept my lips clamped shut, but my heart continued to break, and I couldn’t bear the thought of keeping it in. Desperate for compassion, for someone to know my devastation, I told him who he was about to eat.
Flynn stilled, but his face remained passive when I dared a glance his way. His scraggly beard twitched, but no other evidence of emotion moved him. He speared a thigh and put it on his plate before handing the platter over to me.
Callan chuckled again, but Flynn held my gaze as he seemed to do so easily, a quick flash of pity atop anger resting in his green orbs.
He didn’t speak a word, but I swore I heard his thoughts clear through my head—I’d lost weight—I needed to eat. Take the gift of Joc’s life into my mouth and let Callan
