Chapter 14
- Gwen's POV
- After what felt like an unfathomable length of time, a watchman at last moved toward the enclosure, conveying a plate of small arrangements. My foreheads wrinkled as I took a gander at the food with doubt, a combination of yearning and resistance flowing through my veins.
- "We will not eat until we talk with Amaya," I proclaimed, my voice firm and steadfast.