Chapter 89: Blood Venom, Part 1
Kristof looked up from the book he was reading, alerted by a faint prickling along his skin that sharpened to mild pain as his door swung upon and Håkon stepped into the cabin. Though technically they had been given a cabin to share, Håkon had done his best to avoid Kristof since they'd departed the royal castle four days ago. "Is something wrong?" Kristof closed his book and set it aside on the satchel from which he'd pulled it.
"Wrong? Why would I run to you if something was wrong?" Håkon asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind them.
Refusing to acknowledge the barb, Kristof replied, "If you've only come to remind me you're an ass, Highness, be assured I've not forgotten and take yourself off again."
"I came because I am hungry."
"What" Kristof broke off as comprehension took hold. His recently eaten lunch churned in his stomach, and he had to fist his hands to keep them from trembling. "Can youfrom me?" He could not quite bring himself to say the word 'feed'.