“How am I supposed to deal with this?” he asked. “I don’t feel noble or self-sacrificing. I’m just…” “What?” He threw up his hands. “Hungry.” “You’re hungry?” “Yes,” he snapped. “I’m hungry and I’m tired and I’m pretty sure that Tolya’s going to eat all the grouse.” I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Zoya warned me about this. She gets cranky when she’s hungry too.” “I’m not cranky.” “Sulky,” I amended graciously. “I am not sulking.” “You’re right,” I said, trying to restrain my giggles. “Definitely more of a pout than a sulk.” He snagged my hand and pulled me in for a kiss. He nipped
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