Chapter Eleven
Bryce sets a mug down and sits across the table from me. He pushes the mug in my direction.
I set down my pen and smile. "What's this for?" And how am I going to end up paying for it later?
"Call it a peace offering."
"I wasn't aware you'd done anything. But thanks." I blow across the top of the tea. By the look of it, he's made it just the way I like it. Strong, with a dash of milk.
"Nothing specific," he admits. "But I was a bit of a..."
"All is forgiven." I wave him away, unsure where this part of me is coming from. Luckily, or perhaps not, Bryce seems as confused as I am by my behaviour.
"That doesn't seem like a very you behaviour."
I shrug. "I spent a long time hating everyone and everything. At some point, while I was locked in a room back at the den, I realis
