Chapter 52: Gathering Firewood
The rain had stopped, and the major Parisian drama of the day had left with it. Even though the sky had cleared, the sun was already fleeing behind the mountains.
Inside the cave, the trio sat together, trying to find a way out of their current situation.
Now that the rain had stopped, if there was still a sound that could rival thunder, it was their stomachs, growling with hunger.
Even Maggie, who usually showed a bit of restraint when it came to hiding her hunger, was surprisingly more enthusiastic than everyone else this time.
Which was odd, since it was usually Élisa who was the food lover of the group.
"Who would’ve thought?" Dylan mused, his calm gaze resting on Maggie.
She was usually the most rigid, the brainy type of officer, strict with her soldiers and even stricter with herself. But she seemed so hungry now, she was eager to skip the talking altogether.
And Dylan couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes practically betrayed a primal urge to jump on the raw meat.
"Is that part of stage two of the Awakening?" he muttered to himself.
His eyes studied his commander like she was some sort of bizarre creature. She sat cross-legged, her gaze distant, an odd vitality frozen on her face.
"We should search the area. I can’t believe we can’t find any dry wood to light this fire," Maggie said, standing up in a single, swift motion.