Page 44 of Resurgent

“It was always just me and Mattey. When we weren't in school, we were at work. When we weren't at work, we were together. That was pretty much it.” I let out a small laugh. “We were kind of a package deal.”

Korr's mouth quirks. “I can see that.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing...it’s just…that doesn’t really seem to have changed.”

Neither of us says anything else as I watch South Hollow disappear behind us.

Nearly an hour later, Kali’s leading Tyr down toward a tiny stretch of nothing.

A dirt road. A handful of trees. And…a food truck?

“What the hell is that?”

“A late lunch.”

“You found a food truck in the middle of nowhere?”

“Technically, it found me.”

I climb down and stare at the little metal trailer parked beneath a crooked wooden sign.

Korr walks toward it like this is perfectly normal.

“How?”

“A friend introduced me to it a few years ago.”

“Your friend just happened to know about a food truck in the wilderness?”

“He has questionable judgment, but the food is to die for.”

Far quicker than I expected, the food is in front of us, and I’m tempted to ask the cook to marry me just so she can cook for me for the rest of my life.

We sit at a weathered picnic table beside the truck, our bonded resting nearby.

For the first time all day, I feel like I can relax. I’m just here with delicious food, sunlight beaming down on me, and the distant sound of wings shifting against the grass.

And Hunter.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Fine.”

His eyebrow lifts. “No one says fine and actually means fine.”

I sigh.

“I'm getting better.”

“You look more like yourself.”

Something about the words he said catches me off guard.

“Sometimes I feel like I am. And then a few hours or even the next day…” I shake my head. “I don't.”

He doesn't say anything.