FREYA
I do not lie to him with words.
I tear another corner off the bread and lean across the gear shift and push it gently into Max's open mouth before he can ask me again.
"Eat. You are clearly hungry. You are saying nonsense, Max. There is nothing on me but cherry blossom and sweet spice and there has never been."
He chews slowly because I have not given him the option of doing anything else, and the line between his eyebrows does not go away. He swallows and looks at me and does not press.
He tilts his head a fraction and gives me a small wry smile, the smile he used to give me when I had told him a thing he knew was not entirely true and he picks up his sandwich and takes a bite.
"All right, little Frey. All right."
The smile says, I know you are hiding something. I will let yo
