Dropping it on my plate, I sit back down and cut into it. Blood oozes out as I slice the tender piece. Popping it into my mouth, I chew slowly and try to swallow, wincing when I do and clutching my throat. I glare at my plate, my stomach growling, yet I know it is going to be torture to eat it. Regan also won’t wait around for me to do so.
However, when I take another bite, Lyon drops his fork and Zeke gives me a strange look while Regan tilts his head to the side, watching me.
“What? Or have you changed your mind about what I can eat?” I snap at Regan, my voice coming out hoarse, and my eyes dart to my plate. I didn’t add that much, although it is more than what I would normally eat. There is enough here to last me a couple of days back in the cave if I rationed it, but Lyon is right. Z
