A Feast of Lies

POV: Astrid

I lie flat on my back against the soft, dewy grass. The damp coolness seeps through my thin clothes, but I barely notice it over the dull pain in my midsection. My stomach stretches uncomfortably, aching and overly full from the heavy meal we just inhaled. Above me, the evening sky begins to darken. It trades the bruising colors of the sunset for a massive blanket of glittering stars.