AMARA'S POV
He didn’t answer immediately.
Zed’s jaw tightened, his eyes drifting past me, to the trees, the shore, anywhere but my face. He cleared his throat, picked up the stick again like it suddenly mattered.
“You should eat something,” he said. “I’ll see what I can find.”
That was it.
That was his escape.
A bitter laugh tore out of me.
“I don’t f*****g care about food,” I snapped, my voice shaking despite my effort. “I want the truth.”
He stilled.
The air between us thickened, heavy like it was about to storm.
“You almost died for me,” I continued, stepping closer. “I watched you kill people like a monster. I watched you bleed. Don’t you dare talk to me about food.”
He turned then.
Anger flashed across his face, raw, unfiltered.
“Fine!” he yelled. “You want the truth?”
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