Meredith.
There was something deeply wrong with my tongue this morning.
I could barely taste anything on it. It was numb, dull, like it had died in the night and left me with nothing but texture and bitterness. Which, of course, made sense—after all, I had drunk a whole glass of that herbal concoction last night… and another this morning before breakfast.
My stomach was still digesting the betrayal.
Still, the hunger remained. Fierce and unrelenting. Like something inside me had clawed through my dinner and decided it wanted more.
I stepped into the hallway, barely suppressing the hundredth yawn, when I nearly bumped into Dennis.
He grinned. "Perfect timing. I was just coming to find you."
"For what?"
"My noble diplomacy succeeded. Your swim lessons with my brother have officially moved to the morning," he announced, wiggling his brows.
A smile pulled at the corners of my lips, relief washing through me. "Really?" I didn't think Draven would easily agree to it.
