Chapter 13. Plot to Escape

CYRAN

I’m just finished with taking a piss when I notice Caivan leave the hall. Saelyna is awake now, and I hurry to her side, engulfing her in a hug, packing all my relief and joy into that gesture. Her temperature is regulated now, and she even manages a smile.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

“Like I was attacked by a mage and kept in a storage room,” she says dryly, “You?”

“Same. Except mine was a wolven…two of them in fact.”

She chuckles at this and lies back on the bed.

I busy myself with shaking the jars and watching the fireflies come alive, lighting the room.

“Tell me, how does their food taste? Do wolvens cook? Or do they eat meat raw as they say?” she asks half-joking.

“Oh, uh…I haven’t had anything since we arrived. Didn’t want to eat without you, you know. It’s…not right.”

She stares at me wide-eyed, like I’ve gone crazy. “Cyran…” she starts, but I don’t let her finish.

“Don’t start by pointing fingers at yourself