Chapter 93 In Which I Comfort My King

“I... I was hungry.”

The words left Vane in a broken whisper.

He remained on his knees in the middle of the corridor, staring at his hands as though they belonged to someone else.

I took a step toward him.

“Don’t,” Vane said immediately.

He still wouldn't look at me.

“Vane—”

“I said stop.”...

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