7
“Already?” Morpheus whimpered as he patted his palm against the table. “You haven’t even performed your necessary food intake. Let me order-”
“I’m sorry, but no,” Eric insisted as he grasped my arm and pulled me to my feet. “Another time, perhaps. Though there is one question we need to ask.” His attention was directed at Nyx. “What does the rabbit eat?”
A grin curled onto her lips. “Stubborn souls, mostly. Those that Father has trouble sending to the other side. Outside of that, it loves to gorge itself on olives.”
Eric bowed his head. “Thanks for the tip. If you’ll excuse us.”
Eric ushered me out of the booth and hurried us onto the dark, crowded street. He kept a firm grasp on my arm as he looked up and down the sidewalk.
There was a tension in his face that made my
