“I’ve got enough people who want to kill me. I don’t need my food to do the job for them.”
She snorts. “It’s funny to me you think about cholesterol at all when you are, quite literally, on the verge of death. I’d wager you’ll be assassinated before your arteries have a chance to clog.”
I stare straight ahead at the road. She’s not wrong. In fact, she doesn’t know the half of it. But it’s better that way. The less she knows about my work, the happier we’ll both be.
“I’m sorry.” Arya reaches over and lays a hand on my shoulder. A strange warmth surges through me at her touch. “That was mean. I shouldn’t have said that.”
I shrug. “It’s fine. It’s true.”
“I know it’s true,” she says, nudging my arm playfully. “Still, I shouldn’t have said it.”
Tension tightens between us. Like the air g
