Chapter 61 The Stronghold

Rhea POV

I woke to the smell of potatoes frying and Gryn saying, “You’re turning them too early.”

“I’m turning the burnt ones,” Dryn replied.

“They aren’t burnt.”

“They’re black.”

“Crispy.”

I opened one eye. The cave was full of pale morning light, and the twins were crouched over a pan near...

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