Rondy finally carried in a plate of food and some more water. Three hamburgers sat on my plate with huge patties sticking out the sides of the buns. I took a bite. It was the best food I'd ever tasted.
Rondy smiled as he watched me devour the first hamburger.
"What?" I gave him my mean look.
He walked away. "Nothing," he said over his shoulder.
He cleaned the kitchen as I finished eating every last crumb. My stomach finally felt normal and the craving for meat noticeably diminished. The pain in my leg was better too, so my thinking was clearer. I should leave. It didn't matter if Rondy had taken care of the problems with the bodies. I needed to be as far from Dmitri's clan as possible.
Rondy walked back into the room and sat down in the chair beside the couch. He lifted his chin. "You and I need to talk."
All at once he sounded much older than his age. Living a hard life did that to you. I shrugged. "So, talk."