And she turned right into a hard wall of muscle. “Gods,” she gasped, Razik’s hand landing on her waist to steady her. “Why are you standing so close?” Then she noticed the large bag in his hand. “What is that?” “You hardly ate anything,” he said. “It is late afternoon. Let’s find an inn. You can eat properly and rest before tomorrow.” “You have enough reserves?” she asked, wondering what food he’d ordered to bring with them. It smelled like roast beef and bread and— “Did you get chocolate cake?”
