Chapter 35

Avery

"Oh," I said, my mind racing for an explanation. "Maya gave me some bread from her family this afternoon. I must have... the smell must have stuck to my clothes when I was eating it."

I couldn't meet his eyes as I spoke, my fingers twisting in the fabric of my skirt. Through the bond I felt something from him—not quite disbelief, but a kind of patient waiting, as if he knew I wasn't tellin