Page 41 of The Marked


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The answer didn’t satisfy me. Just like the meal he offered didn’t sit well. I threw up, expelling the chunks of meat and gravy in a spray that left me holding my stomach.

Silas scowled. “You wasted it.”

“I’m sorry.” I wiped my mouth.

“Don’t cry later if you’re hungry. That’s it unless we find something tomorrow.”

The next day, I had no better luck keeping food in my belly, which, for some reason, led to Silas having a sly expression on his face.

“I have to go. Stay here. Brunna will watch over you.” Brunna was a large woman with a cudgel who sat in front of the tent where I huddled, miserable. I was hungry, but nauseated, my stomach roiling and eyes pricking.

I wished I’d never been marked. Never known pleasure.

Never fallen in love.

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