Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE

Exhaustion is an old companion. So is grief.

It’s been two weeks since the battle.

Two weeks since Damien was shot by an arrow which should have killed but didn’t.

Two weeks since I have heard his voice.

“Caleb,” I murmur, tiredly, and he doesn’t look up.

This time my voice is a bit louder, “Caleb.”

His head jerks up and I see the bags under his eyes, “Sorry. I was lost in thought.”

I place a cup of tea before him, “Yeah, I figured. You haven’t had anything to eat since morning so I asked Marty to make you something. Here’s some tea in the meantime.”

Caleb sits back, his golden eyes unseeing, “Thank you.”

I hand him a warm shawl that I brought with me. He takes it, grateful, “Is it always so cold here?”

“No,” comes Fera’s weary voice from behind them. “The entire demon realm has become unstable because of Damien.”

I look over at Fera as she joins us at the table, “Have you eaten? You’ve been awake for a while.”