CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEHope Dashed
“Este!” Sorrel dragged at my sleeve, his brow furrowing at the grogginess of my rousing. “What happened? Are you ill?” He rubbed a hand over his stomach. “Lack of food makes me fall down.”
I pushed myself onto hands and knees and gave him a significant roll of my eyes. Understanding my meaning, he blanched, his eyes resembling dark pits in the snow. He clapped his hands over his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Este! You ate nothing and I took it all. I’ve killed you. I’m so sorry!” A rasp entered his voice as guilt played with his selfishness to create acid in his gut. He turned his back on me, afraid to watch me expire, yet convinced he could go back in time and change nothing. He’d still eat everything in my bag, over and over on a self-destructive loop.
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