Chapter 43: Lost

Three Weeks Later

“Tea, Vix?”

“No.”

“Perhaps something to eat, then?”

“No, thank you, professor.”

Belkin cast a glance over his shoulder at her and sighed. “Very well.” He scuttled about his tiny house with his usual insect movements, making his rounds with quick jolts of speed. He finished preparing lunch and brought it over on a flat wooden tray.

He set down a bowl of steaming stew in front of his own place at the table, then one in front of Vix.

“I’m not hungry,” Vix said automatically.

“But you are,” the thin man said. His eyes shone with a worried light from behind his spectacles. “You hardly ever eat, Vix.”

Vix stared listlessly at the bowl in front of her. Steam rose in a thick, delicious cloud above the broth, and the smell was heavenly. Her stomach groaned softly. But she did not pay it any mind.