“I’ll be more ready after another hour of sleep,” I grumbled, shoving my anxiety down my throat. Sammerin stared at me with that searching concern for a couple of seconds longer, then shrugged. “At least if you die, you’ll die happy.” “Fuck you.” “I don’t need anyone’s leftovers.” I stifled a chuckle as I went into my tent.
ti literally ravenged him whole
