Chapter Thirteen

After two hours of looking over everything in the safe house, Daeja was hungry again. Heliodore had only chuckled when she asked about more rations.

“I do like a girl who can eat,” he said, placating her bruised ego.

She’d never felt so ravenous before, but it was like her entire body was seeking out calories. She watched as he proceeded to check the cabinets until he located a plastic jar. It was filled with something called pea-nut but-ter.

“Okay, now where is the—ah! Here it is. Grape jelly,” he murmured, placing both jars on the counter.

A little more rummaging, and Heliodore located a package of crackers. Those were round, and Daeja thought they resembled the baked onein they had on the ship.

“Here, try this,” Dor said, handing her a pea-nut but-ter and grape jelly stack.

Shrugging her shoulders, she opened her mouth and popped the tiny concoction in.

“Mmm,” she moaned as flavor burst along her tongue.