Chapter 82. A Fucking Bad Thing

Two hours—that is what it took for us to finally get home, and less than that for Zeath to switch back to normal.

He had already fallen asleep one hour into the ride. Now that we’re back home, I shake him awake to exit the car.

Zeath yawns and steps out sluggishly, crossing an arm over his torso while bending forward.

“Are your wounds aching you?” I ask even though I can see he’s having some side effects of stressing his body. “Are you too tired?” I ask again when he doesn’t respond. “I guess you’re hungry too then.”

I carefully lead him into the house before he immediately slumps into the couch, leaning in it and closing his eyes.

“I’ll just quickly prepare something to eat.”

Zeath still doesn’t respond, so I just take off my painful heels and go ahead to the kitchen.

I scramble whatever is available to put together a pot of onion soup, a cuisine I learned in Country K.

After setting the food on the dining table, I wipe my h