CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Battles Week: Day 1
Just as before, the girls barge their way into Peter’s new tent, sitting with him and Sarah at their barren table, since Eleri was placed among them with such strange convenience.
Rhea cracks open a small grey shell, pulling out an even smaller piece of light pink meat, and slurps it down, speaking between sucking her fingertips. “So, Bren, are you nervous about your first day at battle?” She smirks, smacking as she pulls her thumb from her lips, and stares at him.
Peter half chokes on his biscuit, setting it down, and takes a sip of his orange juice. “No, not entirely.” He shakes his head, flitting a glance towards Sarah, and grins, bobbing his head. “Well, maybe just a mite.” He holds his fingers barely apart and squints at them.
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