"I think I just need something to eat. I am starved," I said convincingly.
Logan cupped my cheek with his hand.
"Zara, it's more than that... your eyes.. they were black. You weren't responsive." His voice was laced with worry.
"I am fine, really," I insisted. "I need some dinner and rest, please."
Neither Logan nor Delilah seemed to believe me, but they didn't argue with me.
"I can show you to your rooms and to the cafeteria. They will still be serving dinner for a while longer. I'll drop you both off there, and we will finish our tour tomorrow. "
"What about our bags," I asked Delilah, but Logan answered.
"I will get them from the car while you get something to eat. I need to discuss some things with Delilah anyway."
The cafeteria is dimly lit, casting a cozy ambiance over the
