Chapter 100

Cait

The scent of peat smoke and porridge clings to the air as I break a hunk of oatcake and dip it into my bowl.

Rory passes me the honey with a smirk. “Here, you’ll need this.”

He’s still not quite used to the food we eat in this era—claims he misses something called McDonald’s breakfast.

“Are ...

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