A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought...
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𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛
"So, he just asked questions about the school?" Rhysand asks, eating a chicken leg. I try to answer his question, but the way he looks devouring the chicken leg only makes me laugh.
When my laughter dies down a bit and I focus enough to see his face, I see him glaring at me. He points the chicken leg at me threateningly. "Are you laughing at me?"
That just makes me laugh more.
"How dare you laugh at me, you wench!"
I incinerate the chicken leg in his hand, my other hand on my heart as I laugh at him. "Hey! I wasn't done!" he scolds, grabbing air to try to get the chicken leg back.
"Oh, you're done," I manage to say in between laughs. By the time I finish laughing, Rhysand is laughing as he looks at me. "What?" I question, intaking a small breath. "Your face is red," he answers. He conjures up a small mirror and holds it in front of me. "Vlad," I laugh, seeing how red my face is. The downside of being pale is that redness always shows. I bury my face in my hands, laughing into them. "I look like a tomato."
He scoffs. "Don't insult tomatoes like that." I lift my head out of my hands and send a threatening glare this way. I pick up my fork, pointing it at him. "You dare insult me?"
He snorts and begins laughing again, and I soon join him. The other students around us glance at us with furrowed brows and concerned expressions, but they do not comment on our obnoxious laughter.
Once our laughter dies down, I finish eating my mac and cheese, which quite literally melts in my mouth. My eyes roll as the flavor of the four types of cheese explodes in my mouth. "Did food taste like this back there?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "It tasted better than that crap they gave you, but nothing like this."
I don't think I'll ever have food this good. If I keep eating like this, I'm going to weigh three hundred pounds by the end of the year. But at this point, I don't care. I continue eating my mac and cheese and get some more once I finish the bowl.
