We are sitting around the fire eating.
Well, more like the others are eating, and I’m not. Even Dominic, to my surprise, is eating, which is truly fascinating. I don’t have much of an appetite, so I put my piece of my cooked rabbit that I’ve been holding all this time and not eating on my plate. I fold my hands in my lap and stare into the distance, my mind occupied by the fact that I’m finally going to go home after all this time. If I’m being honest, I miss my bed so much, and I miss Sunday movie nights with Killian—and his cooking.
Mace is sitting so close to me that our knees are practically touching, and when he nudges me with his knee, I turn to him, a brow raised. He nods toward the meat on my plate. I shake my head. He sighs and puts his own meat on his plate and says to Ashina
