บท 328: Hand Me Your Wrist

"This is where you will be staying," Zagan stopped in front of a bedroom door and gestured for her to enter.

August stared at the open door, remaining in the hallway as she did.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, gaze flitting over her face without getting sucked into the golden suns of her eyes again.

"I just…" she wrapped her arms around herself, "I guess I am hungry."

"Did you not eat?" he asked. "I can have something brought up for you."

August thought of the stew that Penelope had brought and then dropped, scrambling to clean it as well as herself before Zagan arrived. They were lucky he had taken so long to get there.

"Okay," she said softly, and when his polite smile grew wider without him otherwise moving a muscle, it was clear he was waiting for her to enter the room. She clenched her teeth and walked forward, stepping over the threshold to get a better view of the stately space where she would be staying.