Ezra's POV
I glanced up at him. His eyes were on me, and he was sitting in front of me.
I sat up straight. "When are we gonna reach your clan?"
He tilted his head, both hands folded near his chest.
"Soon enough. Before dawn," he said. I nodded at his words.
"Did you eat anything before coming here?"
I shook my head, because I hadn't eaten anything.
Hearing me, he suddenly told his knights to stop the carriage and got out. I looked around, confused. Where did he go all of a sudden? Did he remember something important? Is that why he left?
After around ten minutes, he came back. And he had chicken in his hand—roasted. A whole chicken. Where did he get that from? It was still hot, like it had just been cooked.
"Wow, where did you get this chicken from?" I asked.
He placed the plate of chicken beside me, sat at the front, and signaled his knights to start the carriage again.
I blew on the chicken and took the first bite—even while blowing, because it was hot.
