Katherine's POV
I woke up with a pain in my neck. Sitting up, I realized I had fallen asleep against the door and pushed myself of the floor. I took a step and pain shot up through my ankle. Limping to the bed, I unlcaed my shoes and slid them off. Hissing at the pain in my ankle, I threw the shoes on the floor and examined it. It had swollen two times its original size. Great, that was just what I needed. Taking some pillows from beside me, I propped my foot up, hoping the pain would go away. Soon becoming drowsy, I drifted in and out of consciousness when a knock came on the door. Opening my eyes I realized I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black. I had fallen asleep. The knock came again. Stumbling blindly for the door, my hip hit the sharp corner of something. The desk I guessed. Cursing, I finally reaching the door. I pulled it open and blinked my eyes at the light. A scraggily worn and thin looking boy about the age of ten stood before me holding a tray. Even though his clothes were fairly new, it hung off his gaunt frame.
"I brought you your supper." He said, slightly raising the tray in a nervous gesture. "If you could step to the side I’ll place it somewhere for you."
I stepped sideways and he walked into the dark. I heard him placing down the tray and walk around the room. My mind wandered t0 my hip which was stinging now and my ankle was throbbing once again. The fireplace lit up and I saw the boy putting away a match.
"How did you do that?" I asked the tiny boy.
"Do what?"
"Walk in the dark without hurting yourself."
He giggled. "I can see in the dark. Guardian male children get their power before they get their wings."
"Female children don’t?" I asked intrigued.
The boy shook his head. "They often don’t have a power at all."
I grimaced and the pain in my ankle got stronger.
"Could you fetch some ice for me?" I asked leaning on my good ankle.
The boy opened his mouth as the inquire why, but closed it and nodded his head, then scurried off. I walked over to the desk and hungrily started eating .Halfway through the meal I looked up to find the boy was at the doorway, his eyes on the food. I stopped eating. I had never seen someone with that look in their eyes. The look of hunger. Ignoring my grumbling stomach I spoke. "Do you want the rest?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I couldn’t."
"Sure you can, I am full and don’t want to waste this good food. Take it, I won’t mind." My stomach argued with me to not let the boy take the food, but my head knew he needed it more than I did.
He shook his head again, but this time a little less unsure. I held out the food.
With his resolve breaking, he slowly took the trey.
"Thank you." He whispered, his dull eyes brightening.
I nodded. "What you name?"
"Peter..Scray, Peter Scray." He said now unsure of the food since I was inquiring his name.
"Thank you for the ice Peter." I smiled looking at the bag he had placed on the little bed stand. Insuring him that I just wanted to know his name and not to tell Grayson what a horrid little boy he was for taking my food.
"You’re welcome."
"Now go and finish that food."
Peter didn’t have to be told twice. He disappeared before I could blink. Getting up, my stomach rumbled. I sighed and gently closed the door and took the ice and resumed sitting on the bed with my foot propped up and soon fell asleep listening to the crackling of the fire.
