The blackout isallof my trouble.
If I could set it all on fire now and vanquish every dark fae in this world, I would.
I would burn them all.
Even him.
I feel the corners of my mouth tug down—like there’s something not right about the thought.
Samick loosens a weary breath, like he’s sick of me all over again, and pulls out another packet of meat strips from the satchel, his kind, different to the ones he gave me.
“Meals will come later,” he says. “Eat now.”
The acidic turn in my stomach doesn’t break me. I don’t even look at it, the jerky on the shore, untouched.
Samick drops to sit on the sand.
Out the corner of my eye, he tears off a chunk of black meat with his teeth.
He says, “You are hungry.”
My mouth puckers.
The urge to hit him is strong.
The fact that he sits here, sticking by me on the shore, trying to get me to eat, telling me camp will be made soon, I’ll eat better then—all this reassurance crap that he never gave me before, it makes me think…
Maybe Mika isn’t so crazy.
Well. I won’t go that far. There’s something a little manic behind those glassy eyes. Unsettled.
But I wonder if she was telling me a truth, her truth, orthetruth.
Does she really believe that he won’t take me to Bee, that he will keep me?
Did he tell her this?
Is it a guess—or a possibility?
And what if she’s just fucking with me? Getting in my head for the fun of it?
Something strikes my arm with a muffled thud.
I glare down at the chocolate bar that’s landed on the damp sand. The purple wrapper glints in the light.
I lift my glare to Samick.
His expression is chiselled from marble and impatience. His upper lip curls around the word, “Eat.”
Back to being fed up with me.
Good.
I’m fed the fuck up with him, too.
I huff. “Blow me.”
His lashes flutter, just once, before a frown knits his brows.
