10
The Giant’s Grace
‘Goo mornee. Goo mornee.’ Teya heard a metallic clanging noise, like a spoon hitting a pot. She unglued her eyes and groaned as she lifted her sleep-foggy head off her makeshift pillow. Her coat zipper had been digging into her cheek and her body was stiff and aching.
She yawned and stuck her head out the tent flap. Jake’s disembodied head was doing the same, and Teya felt her face flush with shame and for a second couldn’t remember why. What had she told him last night?
No way. She hadn’t said those things. But wait, yes, she had. She’d told him. It was surreal, a sick dream. He must think she was a complete psycho.
His hair was sticking out in all directions and he looked about twelve. Dammit he really was cute.
‘Morning,’ he said. ‘Sleep okay?’
‘Pretty good.
