Regan says nothing for a second and instead watches me before finally, he speaks breaking the strange tension that moves between us. “I hate witches for many reasons. None that concern you,” he says coldly.
I press my lips in a line before returning to the breakfast laid out for us so I can leave to shower and get dressed. Reaching over, I grab something that I thought was a form of bread but find it quite squishy and covered in some sticky substance.
“It’s a pancake!” Regan says. I glance at him to find him with a smug smile on his face.
“I knew that!” I snap at him, scooping it up. I fold the strange soft bread in half, and the gooey substance coating it drips from the end. It only takes me a second to realize it is some sort of nectar, or maybe it’s honey. Taking a bite of it, Honey
